I lived in space for about a week,
I felt more at home on saturn than I do here,
I tried to make it all appear again,
But then someone sneezed.
The girl is the right side of a noose,
Another victim of the brutal city lights,
No one will ever support me for doing this,
But that's a chance I'd take any day .
Standing in the crust covered window,
With a spider by her side,
She took my energy as a trophy,
But to me it's all the same.
My soul's in a jar under her collapsing bed,
She consoled me on how to live,
But after what happened that night,
I won't remember one confounded thing she said.
When she played around my grave,
Everything seemed to be in it's place,
It would have been a perfect little ending,
If she would have only changed her ways.
So I just let her claw away at my remains,
Because there's only bones there now anyway.
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