magnolia2

2. The Widow

he's got fasting black lungs
made of clove splintered shards
they're the kind that will talk
through a wheezing of coughs

and i hear him every night, in every pore
and every time it just makes me
freeze without an answer
free from all the shame
must i hide?
cause i'll never, never sleep alone

look at how they flock to him
from an isle of open sores
he knows that the taste is such, is such to die for
and i hear him every night, on every street
the scales that do slither deliver me from
things without an answer
free from all the shade
then i'll hide
cause i'll never, never sleep alone

said i'm, said i'm, said i'm, said i'm bloodshot for sure
pale ride the ghost
til I'm near him, swollen on the shore
swollen on the shore

and every night, in every pore
the scales that do slither deliver me from
beads without an answer
grieve with all the shame
then i'll hide
cause i'll never, never sleep alone

freeze without an answer
free from all the shame
let me die
cause i'll never, never sleep alone

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