The sun rises
like a spark on an open wound
I'm stirring sugar into my hurt...
I'm sick of getting my answers
from vending machines
and why are mirrors so goddamned mean?
I pray for rain
for it's different from today
who we were, what we did
I wonder where it went
If I chased it down
would it make it harder to forget?
and Nightmare Season hasn't even started yet....
No, Nightmare season hasn't even started yet.
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