Collect all my bottled kills
Deaths with lids
I put them in jars for you
One got out once
It fell near a roof edge
I wasn’t sure what to do
She screamed and cried
For the one who died
His name was Innocence
I let him out the screw top lid
And everyone lost their sense
Glasses of water and hot tub films
Sneaking kisses in the next rooms
Hide behind the sofa
Curl up in a ball
Hide behind the sofa
There’s nothing there at all

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