This thing's left me feeling real empty and scared:
Cracked worse because it always was.
O God take me away from here
To a land of rock candy skies.
An avenue among the tulips would be nice--
Safe in my flowery crevice.
(O God maybe I'm just a loser,
wishing always for what can't happen)
So what I'm saying is, take this anger;
so what I'm saying is, fill my cracks
please. please--emptiness is no good.
Fill these little cracks with good red clay
and some good kind strength.
Cause what I'm really saying is
fuck you to myself.
And I was raised right,
and so I know better than that.
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