Swallowed Arsenic, It's Fine
the orange of the burning house
is the most comforting color i've seen in years
it's better than the red that's been coming out
of my eyes and nose and ears
as a compulsive liar and a pyromaniac
i know a thing or two about hell
oh yeah, i'm doing fine, i've never cracked
and i've never been so well
i'm blowing all my energy
on hypothetical drugs
who needs TV
when you've got a bucket filled with bugs
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