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honey or tar

now show me something pretty.
i was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
and too much weight for walking shoes.
i could have died from being boring.
as for loneliness,
she greets me every morning.

at the most I’m a glare,
i'm the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
i'm the open sign that’s always busted.
i’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

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