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enter the graveyard shift
version 2.5 nocturnal -
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you

you're my little
tragedy
my little secret
my little profanity

you're my little
guilty pleasure
my little source of
graphic instability

you're my little
disappointment
my little, so little
grip at normalcy

which is probably why
I'm hanging on
Which is probably why
I'm holding on
Too long

you're my little
mistake
my little misgiving
my little proof
that once I tried
to fool myself
into believing

how all this could be
when it won't

you're my definition
of pain
my definition of
self-imposed torture
and immeasurable
hurting

and you're my little reason
for every stupid thing
every little madness
every little fuck up
that I try to justify

you're the little trigger
to my unforgiven tears

you're almost impossible
you're almost mine
but not quite

but don't we all
live up to be almosts
but never quites?

you did.

you're my little
tragedy
my little secret
my little profanity
my little guilty pleasure
my little source
of graphic instability
my little disappointment
my little, so little
grip at normalcy

You're my little confusion
My little puzzle
I couldn't fit together

you're the one thing
I'm holding onto
Even when I know
I shouldn't

You're my primary frustration

You're everything that could be
But isn't
Everything that should be
But wouldn't

You're my little contradiction
Yes, you are

But then again, no you're not.