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cartrashian.

i don’t want to be left here
still holding your hand.
i know.

and for you to know the lessons i know
for you to see the trouble i speak
you’d have to go back to the mountain i peaked
we peaked
so hard you see
i peaked
and they stole it from me.

said I was just a trash heap
born from the rap sheet
can’t tell you bout the shit, steve
been living in the only thing
i know.

that you can’t learn the lessons i know
like you only go as far as you go
and you’ll never find the notion
that’s further than the ocean
and we were the ones you know
the ones that you know.

we are sick,
fucked up and
complicatedwe are chaos,
we can’t be cured
and I was the one that you learned
until you knew.

that you could marry me with your left hand
and your right hand tied behind your back
that you could carry me with your right hand
and your left hand caught in attack
from us.

the
car
trash
and
you
and
me
and meg
and them

car trash
i am
car trash
i am
sienna and kate
and liesel and paris
amber and evan
and meg and lohan.

maybe i’m your misery
but i could be a mystery
if you just let me the fuck go.
i know.

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