I Hate Myself And Want To Die

Running nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still haven't had my full fill
In the someday -- What's that sound?
End it someday -- What's that song?
Broken heart and broken bones
Finger pressing down the horse pills
One more quirky cliched phrase
You're the one I wanna refill
(spoken very softly behind the guitar)
Words are broken lives
Five pieces of board, turned around
attached to the skull by common wood screws
A child would like to do it
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