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The hole in the screen looking out onto the scene of a moonlit fight
As he stares himself down, his own reflection keeps telling him
The jig is up and the knot is tight
He hung himself outside the pool house on a Sunday night
How could his head tell him something so wrong
And make it feel so right
How could his head tell him something so wrong
And make it feel so right
The story that broke him had a gleam in its eyes
Sometimes there's no coming back from your fears realized
Lips taste blood, shit got stirred
Just another turd with his dreams deferred
Swimming back and forth with the pool light out
Naked in the water on a moonlit night
Naked in the water on a moonlit night
He held his breath as the water rose upon him
He held his breath and sank to the bottom
He held his breath and sank to the bottom
Steam rising up, the light of the moon conjuring his ghost
Messages deleted, phone underwater
Messages deleted, phone underwater
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