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Greed left a trail of crumbs for you to follow 
Don't ask why you can't put your hands on me 
I am the deepest, darkest part of the ocean floor
That we've established is too dangerous to explore 
You’ve managed to be a victim but i'm still so ing angry 
when you told me everything, my heart simultaneously shattered
But through the cracks, leaked a heaping pile of hot vengeance that I have yet to acknowledge
Because you haven't either 
Crashing like a stock market, a party that hasn't even started 
You're the biggest and darkest half of the ocean we've left uncharted
Too dangerous to explore and just not worth it 
I breathe your lies like cigarettes
I live for the painful disappointment in my lungs but I enjoy it 
And that's why I'm here and you're there 
Sometimes I imagine running into you on the street 
The stop signs seem extra reflective when I reflect on those dreams 
Sometimes I imagine climbing your shutters like a rock wall 
But I already scale suspended ladders hanging over hellscapes 
Pretending I don't see the fall 
So much leaking vengeance from my vanquished heart 
Leaning into melodies I feel are fighting for me
I can cling onto them instead of you 
I relapse into the way my ear buds scream 
So I don't have to 

I left my heart in a locked jar with a key 
You wouldn't open it up to see a note begging “remember me” 
You know why you can’t put your hands on me 
Greed left you a trail to follow 
And so you found a way to leave me more demoralized than incentivised 
Recreating such taste like the oracle of Apollo 
We’ve been at sixes and sevens all year long 
Beckoning sins to sedate you with a shot at heaven 
You’re blurred lines of bigotry were just hush money 
That can’t buy me happiness, but it can be a catalyst 
Just board yourself within the squares of the dwellings you claim to long for 
Lifelessly laying, more shambolic 
Than the clusters of my unused love notes I find in old pockets 
Swim into the riptide of my leaking hot vengeance 
It’s not bad, it’s morally ambiguous 
Am I a fool for confiding in you?
For confiding in this?
It’s not discrimination, we’re asymmetrically ambiguous
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