Things move slowly here
My heart is racing
Butterfingers
Things slip through my hands
I watch them breaking out of
Boredom and frustration
I had to find a new obsession
Hygiene
Spend all day, everyday
Removing traces of sexual activity
Regrets
Shave my arms, my legs, my head
Paint the room red
And turn the heat up full until I sweat
Regrets
I lie surrounded by shit
Because I'm only any good at making mess
Regrets
Regression
I still want
And I can drool
Drool when I'm hungry
I can smile when I'm happy
Frustration has no voice
You can have anything
You can take everything
Take everything
You can have anything
Take everything, everything
You can take everything
Everything, everything
You can take, take, take
You can take everything
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