good looks from natural borders by tailbone

jarring, my feelings starting
and i’m peeling
wobble through the door and state your business
pause it, trust yourself enough to distrust yourself
sharpening the edge of swords to wield up
somehow these feelings darkened, no fleeting
we’re just fucking up some more, so what’s the difference?

goods looks’ll get you far if you got ‘em
good looks is what you’ll get when you’re looking from the bottom

you can take the boy out of the rat’s mouth
but how do you explain the distant past jumping time
i see the past in my future eyes
spasms through my arms
like a phantom tap, a passing lapse of a passing friendship with a fucking passive end
and oh yeah, i’m terrified of you
my ghoulish presence you see through smoke screened eyes
to multiply two parasites for life

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