i fell asleep on my bike
on my way out to get ketamine
teeth hit the pavement, my hair was a mess
and everyone around me said, “god what a mess”
snow started falling, the blood was a mess
came into contact with white, what a mess
no ketamine and everything was a mess
no ketamine and everything was a mess

don’t say goodbye yet, he has not left
don’t say goodbye yet, he has not been buried
and if he loves me, he won’t truly leave
and if he loves he, he won’t truly leave

then i stood up, light on my feet
i started to wish i had stayed home
then i looked at the snow, at the bullet holes therein
the white had red freckles now, just like his skin

don’t say goodbye yet, he has not left
don’t say goodbye yet, he has not been buried
and if he loves me, he won’t truly leave
and if he loves he, he won’t truly leave

why does he have to leave
why does he have to leave
why does he have to leave
why does he have to leave
this place
i’m alone
and the snow
is no longer
real
snow

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