Dixie Cups and Jars

I'm not a whipper in the wind
 Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle, or your thick skin
 Escape yells both our names out loud
 We run like hell, I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out
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 I watched your dad give you away
 I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away
 Make up sits on your face like tar
 Champagne flutes poorly engineered
 Employ Dixie cups and jars
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 Like minds let go of doubt
 I watched it blow right out and
 We danced on gaffs and graves
 You'll remain, I will find a way to leave gracefully, or I'll escape
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 I do not fall to losing face
 I dream, I dive into something greater
 Something to take my grief away
 Dead leaves crunch, I will not be missed
 I fill my jar up to the brim
 I am an arid abyss
 I'm an arid abyss