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Why dont you ever wanna play?
Im tired of this piece of string.
You sleep as much as I do now,
and you dont eat much of anything.
I dont know who youre talking to,
I made a search through every room,
but all I found was dust that moved
in shadows of the afternoon
And listen, about those bitter songs you sing;
theyre not helping anything,
they wont make you strong.
So we should open up the house,
invite the Tabby two doors down.
You could ask your sister if,
she doesnt bring her basset hound.
Ask the things you shouldnt miss:
tape hiss and the modern man,
cold war and card catalogues
to come join us if they can.
Girly drinks and parlor games,
well pass around the easy lie
of absolutely no regrets,
and later maybe you could try.
To let your losses dangle off,
the sharp edge of a century.
Well talk about the weather,
or how the weather use to be.
And Ill cater, with all the birds that I can kill,
let their tiny feathers fill disappointment.
Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin to believe youre strong.
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV,
frankly that thing doesnt really interest me.
I swear Im going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood
if you dont stop the self-defeating lies youve been repeating
since the day you brought me home.
I know youre strong.