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I mourn, people Before they have left. I kick myself in the leg Before there’s even a reason to bruise it. I love, people Even when the salivating trolls in My head say that I’m better than that That you’re better than that. When I was seven I asked my mother why all the songs on the radio were about love And she said that’s life. I cannot imagine the waterfall of thoughts that came from her chest that morning. I’m mourning I mourn, people Whose eyes were glazed by the night. And they’ve walked through my door but their body’s still there. And I ask it Do you want breakfast? And it says no. And I ask it Do you want to bathe with me babe? And it says no. And the body’s still there but they’ve left it And I’m wondering Why all the songs on the radio are about love.
Taylor McGraa