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Imaginary friend,
you live up in my head,
so I’ve been making music
since you told me to do it.
I just want to know
who broke your nose,
figure out where they live
so I can kick their teeth in.
If it isn’t love then what the fuck is it?
I guess just let me pretend.
I don’t want to die.
That’s a lie,
but I’m afraid to get sick.
I don’t know what that is.
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You wanted a song,
so it’s gonna be a short one.
Wish I wasn’t so tired,
but I’m tired.
If you’re not enough, then I give up
and then nothing is.
I used to think if I just closed my eyes,
I would disappear.
