Dm F I am nothing to you, but flesh bound in pity and wasteDm F A dislocated voice from your memory that screams in the nightC A body that longs to be foundF A sunken recess on your groundsC Where the waste from your lush oaken tableBb absorbs in the weedsC Dm and then feeds my dejected diseaseF I am nothing to you, but residual heart-laden slimeDm F Buried so deep beneath turning calendar pages and timeC A disgraceF My pictures all turned on their faceC As you raceBb to scrape off the flowers i placed on the lidC with my hands to your closedDm casket heartF I will strike you at night when your heart is not guarding the doorDm F I will creep in your sleep and your tears will languish on the floorC F You'll awake confused by this dramatic stateC And you'll hate theBb C silence inside you, and call for me but I've been crushedDm by your closed casket heart
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