TTX

You got marker on your hand
 Holding shoulders, I saw a policeman drive by
 Heel to dirt I felt that couldn't cut my wrist
 And I spent hours on
 I'd have held myself much closer then
 
 I'd have held myself much closer then
 It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
 Hearing personal last names
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 Never felt like I got off that train
 In the back of your apartment, I would lay down
 Feel the burden of that carpet
 Brush my cheek and I spent hours on
 I'd have held myself much closer then
 
 It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
 Hearing personal last names
 Calm the stutter, I could lie like you have to
 Just enough to make you wait
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 Pooling like the blood around my knuckles
 Or the lake around your parents house
 Or the cut along your eyelid
 Heavy in the way I trace my losses
 In the glass where I had only stood
 I could lapse around your offers
 Feigning like you don't know what to call it
 In the pace along your brother's eye
 Or the tremble in your hands now