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Here’s something beautiful
Now smash it to bits
Save your little wheelchair empowerment films
Save your swoons, I’m spoken for
It isn’t pretty to think so
But I can’t feign interest now
Dreaming of the fistfight I never got into
Thinking of the mean shit I wish I’d said to you
Such a fancy lady, call her secretina
She didn’t get all the good stuff
But she looked like you
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
Everything you say to me is dumb,
(at least it’s stupid)
Twenty heavy hammers smashing down
Here’s a doorstep you can never darken
You complain about an overflowing cup.
Don’t forget that I’m the one who filled that fucker up
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
I remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
I think that I like you better when you just ignore me
So I sit and notice shadows growing
I think of how the clocks are slowing
Hoping hope’s eternal flowing springs will do their thing and save me from myself
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
I remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded
Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers
You want ego? I will show you ego
I’m jealous now
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