Mary Martyr Poet Lyric

Cyst

The sun, laughing, comes pouring through
Just how long was the night
Pop the pill and scratch my skin
There's no begin in sight
Flowers they send make you feel so plain
Kiss them back, but I know the risk
Autumn rain won't get me clean
After three seasons of hibernation sickness

Is there a drug that makes you whole
Cause all my holes just grow somewhere else instead
There's a place for people just like me
Purgatory wants me out of their hair

I greeted death at the door
The insurance will not cover this
Flowers, petals, a raging storm
Living life covered in cysts
So I button silver on a fading vest
The sun won't say hello today
Death was fairly absolute
But the door has closed too many other ways

Is there a drug that makes you whole
Cause all my holes just grow somewhere else instead
Your taste in still in my mouth
I guess that's why I feel in love with medicine

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