Chauchat Murdering Chair
We lacerate the eyes of a girl you despise
No longer have the willpower to ever disown
I’m caught in the moment to pay the price each morning
A c-section brought to the nurse’s arms
Your veins unwound and we just wrapped you in strings
She’ll change the locks if you ever want back inside
So then why do you always smile in pictures
It’s not like you, I like you bitter
The world is not the consequence of falling over like I
thought
So then please elaborate on how you disguise your hands
as simple tin cans
And you ran so fast across memorial plans
We’re not quite as aimless as I’d like to believe
