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Hurts more without curses

Someone couldn't sleep tonight
and perhaps someone else couldn't, too:
he kept breathing hard against the dark
doesn't he seem incoherent to you?
Incoherent to you.

I'm not cornstarch

I watched him pacing his black room
trying to figure out the shape of the pictures
your puppet looked at him with his dead gaze
and all that is left after that is fucking haze
it's all I see through the windscreen again

Screams wanted to gush out like tar out of his throat
maybe he couldn't expect that to hit so hard
congrats, I think it's really over

He woke up and couldn't feel his skin anymore
maybe all the cornstarch thing didn't really work
he just hoped he'd become a little bit stronger
maybe his faith crumbled, since he really thought he could dig you

Strange how a 'yes' can destroy everything you built, he said.

Sorry, I couldn't believe it
am I the one you should apologize to?
Yeah, I admit it, I'm not cornstarch,
but I'm not numb, either, what did you do?
I'm fucking sorry, don't blame your attitude
I just can't bear thinking he had it inside you when I called
maybe I need some water to react
but the real fact is that your rain is gone,
get it?
Hurts more
Hurts more
without curses

I don't think I can talk to you
not before I have changed my mood
You are the night, I'm not your blame
I was your life, you were my rain

Now I will not deny this fence
but I still recall you teaching me to dance
since I cried and met everlasting love in angels

I felt like I was wreckage, but
perhaps I needed this rough cut
since I honestly can't stand the way you acted
thanks a lot, though, it's really over now

I need someone else, now I see
being selfish is my primal need
just remember when your stitches I could mend
I promise all will be fine in the end.

Fucking miss you

I heard you saying that you can't bear me
I hope one night you’ll dream about me and wake up crying.

Should I have fucked you more often? I hope not.

I told you love is like a plant you have to water
If you only,
If you only give love
but nobody cares,
nobody waters it
it becomes dry and dies

You probably can’t imagine
how happy I am to know you are my rain

I'm not cornstarch sometimes
sorry I interrupted
fuck, I just can't tolerate
thinking of you that way
There's no need to get angry
you really think I overreacted?
hope these words won't offend
hope I really made you happy

See I wanted to sting
but I am not that bad.
Now can you see?
See how incoherent I am?

Now blame me.
Now fucking blame me.

Someone couldn’t sleep tonight
Couldn’t sleep tonight.
Tonight.

Should I have fucked you more often?

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from The Noble Art Of Denying Reality, released May 31, 2013

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What’s under your bed? Old stuff, we guess, and new one too. Monsters you once feared. Things you want to keep hidden, and things you want to keep close. This is UTB. No genre, no rules, just music. Grasp your flashlight, and take a peek.

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