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her mother calls at midnight
and no apology
makes the heart beat slower
it’s a death chase
around your childhood home
and it never stops
so enjoy the paranoia
if you can

her mother calls at midnight
I swear I can smell
her breath from where
I’m standing
but nobody can say a word
it’s a golden statue
don’t you know
even if it crumbles
glue it back together
or flee the shadows

your mama calls at midnight
you light up
like I’ve never seen
you say
this will make it better
I don’t know about that
I think we’ve got it all
wrong
honey
it’s all wrong
let’s pretend nothing is
nothing is broken
we just taped up our glasses
in the wrong way

everything looks violet