you were a pirate, a raider, a rioter
most of the blood you’d seen wasn’t your own
you always kept your cards close to your chest
and i loved you but i’ll never know you

you wore your belts very tight round your waist
and when you unravelled the truth
i would forget the look in your eyes
i would forget like i’d piss on your grave

the room that you died in was frigid and hard as hate
your baby screamed for her mother’s long arms
what the fuck happened? you were standing right there
with colour in your cheeks

you were a pirate, a raider, a rioter
most of the blood you’d seen wasn’t your own

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