Peel the skin right off my bones
Hanging out with
Corpses under the bed
There's nothing that matters
To them 'cause they're dead
Why do we matter
If life is so dull
And nothing happens
To make us feel tall
Because everything's different
I'm not at all
For you are my stranger
My lover
My friend
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