Every Window in Alcatraz Has a View of San Francisco (II)

Now the wind can tear me, to shreds
 And my bones turn to dust
 Why should I keep standing?
 If I don't even have a spine and my bones turn to -
 Well I suppose that this is how it goes
 Honey, you should know that I don't let these things go
 And to keep me here is to kill off your air
 And your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine
 Thought you knew sometime ago, that this never was a joke
 I tend to lack vision even amongst the stars
 Why can't someone look in my eyes without tearing them apart?
 Slow regressions from now to then
 Slow progressions from if to when
 I am both terrified of everything I am and everything I will never be
 I'll stay up 'til sunlight screams for me to go to fucking sleep
 I guess you suit me well, you suit me well, you suit me well
 My condolences for never forgetting your name
 It's stitched in my brain so that I'll always feel the pain
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 Cascades of puke and blood, fell down the drain
 Wax and wane, relax and blink
 Along with past daydreams
 Of the sun's embrace wax and wane, relax and -
 Found naive to a certain extent and I will never know why
 I'm sick of clean skin and painless touches
 Why can't I just get what I deserve?
 And to keep me here is to kill off your air
 And your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine (entwine)
 Why can't someone look in my eyes without tearing them apart?
 Slow regressions from now to then
 Slow progressions from if to when
 I am both terrified of everything I am and everything I will never be
 I'll stay up 'til sunlight screams for me to go to fucking sleep
 I guess you suit me well, you suit me well, you suit me well
 My condolences for never forgetting your name
 It's stitched in my brain so that I'll always feel the pain
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 I'd slit my throat with a smile on my face if it
 Meant I could ever get out, out
 At 2 a.m. (and to feel them in my flesh was)
 I woke up drenched in sweat (a cutting awareness I wish I never had learned)
 To feel the moths taking up the air (if only I could leave here)
 (If only I could leave here) it must be nice not to know exactly
 How it feels to get raped from the inside out
 And I might as well just cry
 And I'll cry, I cry, I cry on your chest