my knees are bruised I've got
too slick of shoes I've got a
bright flashing light where my memory should be
Don't expect me to be around in the day
I'm not a part of the rush hour traffic
I'll only
come in when everyone else is asleep
I'll always
leave before the sun rises
because that sun dies the sky and I bled on the sheets
as if someone else could ever face my blood by the light of day
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