| Mother Noose | |
| "Reason" | |
| I love your shoulder blades I love your clavicle The points of your hips are the reason the world was made You can talk all you want But if you were dead right now I'd still like to kiss you all over I found you in the forest Tied up to a tree Sharks swam up through my veins I should have let you down But I reasoned against it I played with your body I stroked your thighs and kissed your ankles The moment I stopped You'd cut yourself down And you stabbed me in the neck Good job But you should have done it sooner |
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