coming back from surgery,
coming up on seventeen.
some kind of -oplasty,
or maybe a lobotomy.
coming back from surgery,
coming up on seventeen.
i don't remember how i looked,
before he got to me.
oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh
coming up on twenty-three
cut a piece of skin for me.
never had to wait in line,
he never seemed to know it's me.
as he's standing over me,
wide awake and clenching teeth.
"now it's time" he said,
"for you to open up so i can see."
caked, all,
caked all over.
ohh, oh, ohh, oh
oooooooo.
ohh, oh, ohh, oh.
coming up on twenty-three,
cut a piece of skin for me.
never had to wait in line,
he never seemed to know it's me.
he's standing over me,
wide awake and cleching teeth.
"now it's time for you" he said,
"to open up so i can see."
caked, all,
caked all over.
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