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Sluttering (May 4th)

Jawbreaker
(album: Dear You)

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.
Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us.
It´s time to leave this place.
I´d saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits.
I´d saw through your traps to find a better you.
A part of you that lasts.
I saw through your trap and into my own wrists.
Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue:
A sight to sore your eyes.

I got this dress.
I´m hiking it around this waste of laughter.
Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping.
Congratulations to you both, I hope somewhere you´re happy.
If there´s a moral to this story then I wish you´d show me.

Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I´m glue.
I´ll write the book on you.
It´s sticking to my face.
You need a little less than what you take for granted.
This is the sip that´s drinking back from you,
Blacking out your eyes.
You need a little more suppression of you appetites.
This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms,
It´s neither sweet nor bright.

I got this dress.
I´m hiking it around this waste of laughter.
Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping.
Congratulations to you both, I hope somewhere you´re happy.
If there´s a moral to this story then I wish you´d show me.

I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess.
I call it "sluttering."
It means as little as your little test.
You are your worst revenge.
Your very means, they have no ends.
This is a story you won´t tell the kids we´ll never have.
If you hear this song a hundred times it still won´t be enough.