RUBATOSIS
There are letters on my dresser
All addressed to some girl that I think used to be me in the same way I look at the mirror and see a missing scar
And anyway that girl’s gone now so she can’t answer your calls
I don’t know where she went
I don’t know when she’s coming back
And honestly, I don’t want her to
I want her to stay buried in that time capsule
That corner of infinity, that Schrodinger’s box
That place I don’t go to or talk about anymore
That place I’ve tried to forget
That place that won’t let me
Bad luck and adenine made me
Empty promises and time drowned me
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