you used to stand so close to me that you could fit right in between me and my guitar but now you stand so far away that you can barely hear me say i dont want you any more you pulled me down in to the the deep when i couldnt breath you sunk you teeth into a chorus of plain you hitched my neck and pulled the slack and threw a saddle on my back and i just pulled away now all these things are rotten now that you are gone forgotten but i still havent gone forgotten you i learned to cringe and clench my teeth and found a place where i could keep the shackles of our love a shallow grave for you to bathe youll no longer misbehave alive behind locked doors your mausoleum was a crypt to keep so i wiped my hands and swept my feet and carried you no more your death will be eventual a consequence perpetual clawing at your door now all these things are rotten now that you are gone forgotten but i still havent gone forgotten you reality is settled in remorse and doubt and grief of sin never made a sound how long can you live down there until you are just bones and hair the answer i will find so i popped the crypt and looked inside and found that you had never died but written on the floor inked in blood the strong survive and i realize youre still alive as you slam the door now i am turning rotten now that i am gone forgotten i wish i had gone forgotten you now i am turning rotten now that i am gone forgotten i wish i had gone forgotten you
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