haunt me like broken lines
split me in two like a grape vine
tell me I'm a $2 dollar bill
tell me to turn this car around
and go back to the end of the road
where I'm empty and useless
like 4 people standing at a crossroads
foaming at the mouth
cold fingers gripping at a metal pole
with black fingertips steadily aimed at my heart
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