Stuffy Doll - Exquisitely Preserved Nervous System (In My Closet)

In the back
Past the Playboys from '92
And empty exoskeletons
Is where I hide memories of you

I keep it dark
And only linger in the light from my phone
Just to make the past as uncomfortable
As I get when I'm alone

There's an empty feeling at the end of the world
There's an agitation that will lead to a pearl

Way up high
Woven in webs that make meals of us all
I've saved relics of my worst best day
Nailed loosely to the wall

Caked in dust
Because I never touch them anymore
I just watch the mold replace the forms
Of a history I abhor

There's a sour taste when it's about to go wrong
There's a dark pit where I'm convinced I belong

Now it's
Gotta get up
Gotta get goin
Skip the coffee, make a cup of tea
It's
Gotta get up
Gotta get goin
Gotta be a better version of me

I dont mind what I have left for others to discover
Every closet has its skeletons in some form or another
Torn apart
Rearranged in four different horrible forms
It's unfortunate, but when the torch is lit
Of course, we all must return to the worms

Cut from cloth
Soaked in all the habits that I try to avoid
All these stitches, so meticulous
Now unravel into the void

All my time
Spent trying to be my former self again
Wasted! All of it.
Gimme the adrenaline

Burn it down
Cover up the legacy in quick lime and ash
Make me ugly
Make the colors of my karma clash

There's a new infection that chose me as its host
There's a reflection of ourselves in the ghosts

I've been bad... I have no intention to redeem myself
I don't mind... who should find what I leave behind
I can feel it, I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it, I can feel it when I'm all alone

Written by:
Jupiter Zirkua

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