Every day a page is written in this outrageous book of life
It’s distressing how distressed these pages are

It doesn’t matter
So many stories are being written in parallel
Co-authors of love and destruction
Fucking and screaming

I would have created volumes with you
Libraries would have stood as monuments to us

But as it stands I’m just writing epitaphs to everything I’ve ever lost
And at what fucking cost
And it doesn’t matter
It doesn’t matter

It’s all in my head
And there it will die


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