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No open wounds, but I’m bleeding out. Shriveled organs. Vomiting garbage. I’ve been replaced in your bed by someone mature and strong. I’ve been replaced in my bed by a bloodstain. Something’s wrong. My soul sucked out. Black hole. Heavy smoke in the air and light sighs. I’m a joke that died. Hang me out to dry. I didn't miss you until you were gone.

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from what it's like to live on the moon, released May 25, 2014

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Sorta Lonely Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Sorta Lonely might have been a band at one point. Then maybe they weren't anymore. I have no idea.

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