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Kitchen floor conversation; The by Aaron HowardDrop the disguise, I know it's you
and I know all the lies they said were true.
I know about you and the football team
and I heard all the names you'd scream.
I'd see how you'd play me for the fool.
Fucking all the other boys in school.
I could see it all clearly, but unable to reply
because it was like a part of me had to die.
Maybe I just wanted that for my very own.
To show me how far apart we'd grown.
Maybe it's just something I wanted to conspire
and in some way kindle on that raging fire.
That fire to demise me, to break my back.
to let you sink that knife in your ulterior attack.
Maybe it's better just to show my throat
since after all, I'm stuck in this boat.
So make it quick and don't delay
since after all death's just a part in this play.
So pump the shotgun and pass me along
since we all know there's an ending to this song.
So just end it all you fucking cunt
and with that her point was blunt.
She spread me all over the kitchen floor
and ran outside and closed the car door.
She drove down to the bridge and chucked the piece
since after all, you can't have some war without a little peace.
01/30/2000 Posted on 12/16/2003 Copyright © 2025 Aaron Howard
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