novembre

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underneath my shirt

everything is good lately, in that melancholic pop song sort of way. my health is improving, the house is getting colder, we are stringing lights in the living room and scouring the oven. who knew they made teal tree trimmings? the days are rumbling by pleasantly, poppily.

i get it every day
i'm getting used to it
now every time it hits
my heart quits

i wear a little smile
while swallowing the dirt
but underneath my shirt
my heart hurts

it's murder but it's nice
getting away with it
that time you let it slip
i liked it
my fingers and my thumbs
overcome with mirth
but underneath my shirt
my heart hurts

lord, if you're lonely
you must be out of your mind

i get it every night
i'm getting used to it.
but every time it hits
my heart quits...

4:05 pm - 12.09.07

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