maybe there's a somewhere you could call your own and maybe there's a nowhere waiting for your bones well i went out looking for trouble left behind my shame and i found you there at the back of the stair like the curse that knows my name well i've seen stars take to falling i've seen rivers run dry i've seen dames catch flame and men do the same when you get that look in your eye so blame me for crossing the threshold or blame me for slamming the door but don't blame a man when you cut off his hands and they ain't there to hold you no more so i'll hate you for being broken you'll hate my listlessness it's just me being me and you being you and the friction where the jagged parts kiss maybe there's a somewhere you could call your own or maybe there's a nowhere hungry for your bones
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