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"getting laid" is very hot and sexy. "getting off"? great news as well. so you would think "getting laid off" would be wonderful news for your penis. but alas

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The hunt

They howl my name in group,

my good name, i feel sorrow.

They examine me, beaten and bruised.

Everyday I know there's no pain like what comes tomorrow.

They roar in amusement,

and my eyes, my eyes, dampen in a wave.

After years, there ought to be improvement

but I can't seem to get out of this haze

When their abuse nearly deafens me,

buzzing, hissing, all I hear,

I pray to be blessed with a symphony,

and wake up having no fear.

Maybe I'd confront the absolute,

with the lack of shaking, they'd have bad news.

Still, you can only kill the problem if you get to the root

and I prefer to keep my values.

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Devoted

If we all give up on art,

I'll be the last one to go.

I'll be the beating of your heart,

playing through the stereo.

I'll be the hope, the light,

the paintings in your house.

I'll be incredibly significant,

though I am as small as a mouse.

Feel what I symbolize?

Can you hear the words I spit out?

Look into my eyes.

You will not see any doubt.

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Your pessimistic subconcious will rattle my sleep.

It knows the words i never said and the secrets i couldnt keep.

It'll get rotten in my head like flowers and cheap wet dreams.

It knows the words i never said and it hears my desperate screams.

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My songs work better as poetry,

the melodies never quite align.

It's hard to write a tune

when the sound of my nervous heart is so high.

You mutter an unless

to my shameless apology.

I know in my soul its not simply a guess

but a plausible theory.

My body aches as i double down.

I dont dare open my mouth,

i just frown.

Maybe one day the truth will be sung by me,

played on tour for all to see.

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Apology for what hasn't been done (yet).

I'm not a bad person,

neither are you.

I'm sorry for what ive put you through.

I fear I'm inexperienced,

I fear I'm cruel.

I'm sorry you were nothing but a tool.

To fix my broken heart,

to put the pieces into place.

You were a work of art,

I was but an idiot lacking grace.

I'm sorry i was your world,

I'm sorry you'd die for me.

Lock me in a casket,

throw me to the sea.

So i can drown deep below your feet,

and you wont have to feel the pain

of another quickened heartbeat.

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Run away and change my name once things got tough,

excitement gone, i was out of luck.

That's what i used to,

years ago, before i found you.

Since then I've found a cooler name,

one that fits me best.

Can you believe i think of leaving

before you're even put to rest?