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Profanity

Profanity falls from the memory of you
I’m moments away from exploding
I tear out my hair with false logic
and slip away cursing your name

I don’t want to tell you my secrets
Profanity’s not even worth anything
But when I speak it’s rare, that should
tell you how destructive you’ve been

Profanity falls from the memory of you
I’m moments away from exploding
I tear out my hair with false logic
and slip away cursing your name

A lifetime bring up more silence
and words I don’t want to ignore
so I reach out and push them away
the curses I’ve sung and written before

Profanity falls from the memory of you
I’m moments away from exploding
I tear out my hair with false logic
and slip away cursing your name

You penetrate every single corner
our laughter still rings in my head
I’m willing to cry for a thousand years
overthinking what we never said

and suddenly I realize what the hell,
why am I swearing for you and sighing
when you can’t even tell me what happened,
I don’t even know your handwriting.




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