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作词 : Mary Lambert |
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作曲 : Mary Lambert |
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What if I told you trauma was a stalker? |
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Follows me room to room, |
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visits me at work,leaves dead animals on my day planner, |
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texts me knives, |
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licks my memory before I have a chance to get it right. |
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I am digging myself into a carpet, learning how to make wool imprints on my kneecaps. |
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This is how I learn to dance, with half of my body on fire. |
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There is not enought whiskey in the world, to make any of this bearable. |
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But I have been sceaming in the basement of my trauma, trying to find a window, a light, a string, a sound. |
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Something that doesn't read "helpless", something that doesn't read "sad girl, crying all the time." |
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A wreck in shower, a wet mess huddled in a bed. |
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Don't look at me like that, |
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like I can do better, |
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like this sadness is a well that I jumped into on purpose, |
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Nothing is on purpose. |
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My mania is so stupid and marvelous. |
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It sits in a glass jar, teetering on a kitchen counter. |
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I am always one slipped rug, away from losing everything. |
