Days spent looking upward
All my years bleed through the floor
Blurred into blindspots in corners of daydreaming eyes
You'll never see me coming - I swear it
Faint and fatal as carbon monoxide
Nails white as erasers with the will to match them
Teeth sharp as razors dull nails to scratch themI've got a bad feeling but it's got nothing to do with
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