through many paths
we never find the last laugh
at my pain
till you faint
and find you're safe
but covered in paint
stained blankets
tucked in my house
deep in your cupboard
behind the same glasses
we drank from
and sank into the basement masses
now we can see the meaning of the Lord
from the message on the inside of my blouse
explaining so many things
like how to make it
out of this
blanket
no need for the tutorial
we all know what's real
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