It's living in my bones
Aching in my body
Every cell bursting in my brain
And all of those things I've done
Are just a part of the lottery
I'm a mess, and everything is too damn mundane
Chemical reactions in your veins
Delicate handprints on your skin
Goosebumps ghosting all over you
I'll pick you up when I'm sane
When I'm all suited up and out in this trash bin
Grab the thread and needle, and I'll try to misuse
Float around my army of bruises
Flowering in my room like wallpaper
I'll still carry you with my heartbeat
Even though you've made so many excuses
Ripping my life apart with a lipsticked rapier
I'll still love you louder than the hottest blitz
It aches when you dance glorious
Like everything doesn't matter
After all this world has offered;
I am a contradiction when it comes to you,
I am nothing but aching when it comes to you
//k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
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