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I was the postcard that you sent away
And your absence was substituted by another soul
I was the sentiment to your structure
And now that I am gone, would you like another go?
'Cause I'm tired of holding all these ropes
I was the message, and you the receiver
And now that I am read, do you change your mind?
And I'm in a meltdown, the result of a panic
But will the blood of my parents seep through me over time?
'Cause I've been weary of holding all these debts in line
Is my changing the betrayal of my roots?
Or am I meant to pack my bags and never come back?
Does my suffering mirror yours?
Or is it something that will remain in me and keep me torn?
You were the postcard
You were the sentiment
You were the blood spilled on the street
You are the bread that I will eat
Am I holding it together?
Am I out of line?
You were the parent with the debt in my roots
You were the one that I could look to
(now, fuck you)

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from House above an Apartment (2015​-​2016 Demos), released October 8, 2016

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