hurts like white noise
wash up on the concrete
wake and rejoice
Your trouble with boys
drowning you out
blurring your colors
to shadow and doubt
all your trouble with men
stings on the skin
like a tattoo, begin
with beautiful sin
i don’t know how to
step into view
to sink or to swim
to reach out and touch you
Your trouble with boys
it hurts like the sunrise
somebody’s sunset
somebody’s morning
i used to know you
i used to know how
to unearth a smile
to see you somehow
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