The captain of crunch. Fuck, I've been battered 'til numb.
Shattered to shrapnel. Scattered like dust over the matters of love.
Shut the trust. Don't let her at it. We'll bust. Speak of myself like another so I don't have to see what
happened. Enough. So much has past. Passing me up.
Lives I never lived but had in my clutch. Laugh like I'm dumb
and can't imagine what's done. Never have recapture what I can't grasp, so I shut
my trap. I play happy. Passive and stuck. Half a dad. Half a son. Hole in my guts.
Holding my nuts. Emboldened by fun. The type that's lonely and rusts
your soul at the plugs. Get into it. Sift through this, it's supposed to be... supposed to be? Hush.
Nothing's supposed be. Go on. Hold your rosary, nun. No amount of prayer ever spared me from cuts.
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