Hanging Tree

She’s a modern art student I’m a child of literature
I couldn’t even meet the eyes of her latest sculpture
touch my arm and softly say I could fit in anywhere
but your friends are beautiful and I’m struggling not to care
be my amphetamine make conversation flow
when you blow me baby you inflate my ego
arty girl with one hell of a future stay in bed with me
I’d understand objectively if you leave but i’d go to a park and hang myself from a treeeeeeeee
that’s enough i’m u-turning this lonely life around
I’m gonna smile till blood is drawn from the corners of my mouth
let’s grow old with childless grins and observe our own decay worship beelzebub in our room safe from the rain

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