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Kisschasy — My Bible Is A Scrapbook

We’re rejected,
neglected little pissy beads
We don’t smell right,
like Asian little bags of meat.
I don’t like this taste.
But I didn’t know how to wash it away.
Honey, why can’t you tell?
I don’t want you around.
Honey, why can’t you tell?
Leave me out.
(x2)
We are only,
looking for a place to fit in.
We are angels,
committing all the pretty sins.
I don’t like this waste.
But I didn’t know how to shake it away.
Honey, why can’t you tell?
I don’t want you around.
Honey, why can’t you tell?
Leave me out.
(x2)
We said oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
We are crawling,
collecting little stones in our knees.
We are a movement,
but we will never be a scene.
I don’t like this face.
But I didn’t know how to scrape it away.
Honey, why can’t you tell?
I don’t want you around.
Honey, why can’t you tell?
Leave me out.
(x2)
Honey, why can’t you tell?
I don’t want you around.
Honey, why can’t you tell?
(x2)

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