Not afterglow, but overglow
Not moonlight, but spotlight
The crooning has grown cold while I have shrunk in my old age
And gone soft all over
Give me the morphine sleep I crave
That slap in the face for hysteria
Replace my bones with plastic joints
Remove my breasts so I can slip through gates
Give me knees so weak I have to roll
And boys that make suicide impossible
I don't wanna have to go out in peace
No talking, no snoring, no dreaming
And my lungs collapsing in unison
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