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11 THE ROPE TO PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER -

YOU STARTED LIFE IN THE GOLDEN SUN, MADE A FOOL OF EVERYONE, BUILT A SHELTER INSIDE MY HEART, RAN AWAY WHEN YOUR FAITH
WAS GONE. BUT YOU NEVER CHANGED IN THE WORLD I SEE, ONLY MADE A FOOL OF LOVE WITH ME. TAKE IT ON THE CHIN AGIAN, ONE DAY THEY’LL SEE. WITH EACH THREAD YOU’RE PULLING OUT, YOU’RE STANDING
STILL SOMEHOW. BUT YOU DON’T HAVE THE ROPE TO PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER NOW. I FOUND YOU IN THE GUTTER, STREET CORNER, IN MY BOOK AS LOVER (SEE: FORMER). SO IT’S APPROPRIATE THAT I LEAVE
YOU FOR THE CORONER. SMOKING DOPE AGAIN BUT I’M ADORING THE WAY YOUR TEETH GRILL. CHEAP THRILLS LEFT THEIR MARK, NO DOUBT, BUT THIS IS WHAT I’M ABOUT, SEEING YOU SUFFER, WASHING OUT YOUR
MOUTH. BLASPHEMY. MI CASA, MI CASA. YOU’RE ASKING ME NICELY NOW BUT I STILL SAY “NO”. CALL YOURSELF A LADY, BUT I STILL SAY, “AMERICAN SHIT STAIN WITH AN ARROGANCE-KISSED BRAIN”. MAN ON THE MOON,
VIDEO, STEREO, DIAMONDS TOO. WHAT’S A GUY TO DO WHEN I OWE GOD MY WHOLE LIFE TO YOU? WROTE IT OUT, EVEN TYPED IT TOO, JUST TO MAKE SURE I DIDN’T SOUND LIKE YOU. NO FIRE, NO LIGHT. NO LIGHT,
NO FIRE. BACKSEAT DRIVER, I SAID I KNEW WHERE WE’RE GOING. I’M A LIAR.