The Present

by an Unkindness

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released 15 March 2013

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Track Name: Spools of Thread
If you really don't believe me, you can tell me that I'm wrong.
And I'd really like to look around, but my night-light won't turn on.

It won't turn on.
It won't turn on.
It won't turn on.

And you know it's gonna hurt,
and you never say a word.

If you want to understand me, sometimes you have to read the lines.
As my tear-soaked pillow drowns me, I can see through all your lies.

Through all your lies.
Through all your lies.
Through all your lies.

And you don't want me to curse,
well fuck you.
And you want me to smile,
well I try to.

And you know it's gonna hurt,
and you never say a word.

And every tree you've planted just turns back into dirt.
And you know just what you prayed for;
well I'm proof that doesn't work.

It doesn't work.
It doesn't work.
It doesn't work.
It doesn't work.

The spool of thread that's in my head; it won't spin the other way again.
The spool of thread that's in my head; it won't spin the other way again.
The spool of thread that's in my head; it won't spin the other way again.
The spool of thread that's in my head; it won't spin the other way again for me.
For me.

And I wanted to change,
so I did,
and I want to die...
Track Name: Stretch Marks
Well you wanted more. This is what you get,
so next time we meet don't pretend we're friends.
See, I have a thought and you prove it well:
You don't have to be smart to convince yourself.
You say you've changed, but it's the same old shit.
We all lie to ourselves, but at least I'm honest about it.
I said from the start, "Look for someone else."
and you said you listened, but you heard yourself.

You begged me in and you kicked me out
and you plugged your ears as you started to shout
and you threatened me when my friends ran off.
I bought your lies. You piss me off.
You piss me off. You piss me off.
You piss me off. You piss me off.
You piss me off. You piss me off.
You piss me off.

Well you wanted love. This is what you get.
I will show you love, but it's all for him.
You think you're the same, well, that's your opinion.
Not just because you're small and you sucked in bed,
it's because you're a child and you won't say "no"
and I can't believe at my brother's show
you would pull your shit. I don't wanna make out.
You can fuck yourself. You can figure it out.

You begged me in and you kicked me out
and you plugged your ears as you started to shout
and you threatened me when my friends ran off.
I bought your lies. You piss me off.
You piss me off. You piss me off.
You piss me off. You piss me off.
You piss me off. You piss me off.
You piss me off.

This is all I want: let me leave your head.
With these thoughts, I guess we both shat the bed
so don't even search for a place in line.
You're not even worth two minutes of my time.