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The Final Melody

Every mile of this highway (Don't stop driving)

Every fading yellow line (Drag me away)

Wipes the tears that I stopped making

Kills the vision of my pale face

Wedged in stillness inside a wooden box

I will not comply

Every day seems hotter colder blacker brighter

Stairways tighter

Tired of wondering why there are holes in your reflection

Tired of wondering why

The arms which hold me

Taper off at the wrists

I won't lie: It's crossed my mind

In darkened rooms and on Sunday mornings

With sore throats and apparently nothing ahead

Damn my first steps for endearing me to this place

Damn my casket smile and their probable tears


Apathy diminshed becomes discontent

Sequelled by seclusion

Wasting my life as I'm cast into decades of silence

A bullet in the head would look great with that dress

And an exit wound about the size of a fist

I watch your dance as its cast into decades

Into decades

Watch your dance as its cast into decades

Cast into decades of silence

Don't stop driving today

I couldn't bear it

The same fucking grey sky

The same fucking streets

The same fucking day

After day

The Final Melody /

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