My Poor Soul - Let's Blow This Jello Stand

Move to a new state
Change your tarnished name
No matter who looks back
In the mirror, you see your face
Chains made to break
Lack of oil in your paint
A brush with a broken handle
To emphasize each time you shake
You're the worst
I hope your stomach still hurts
I hope you fly too close and burn
I hope you end up a shattered urn
Shiver until you die
It's cold when you're alone at night
I hope you find your appetite
And kill the parts where pain resides
Be your brand of heroine (Shiver)
Save yourself without praying hands (until you die)
The come down helps you understand (It's cold when)
That breathing is just circumstance (you're alone at night)
Hands under boiling water (I hope you find)
To feel the hell that still gets (hotter your appetite)
You could kill yourself but why even bother (And kill the parts)
You've always been one to blame your father (where pain resides)

Written by:
Zakkary Moreno

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