the things that are expected of you
the way that she looked when you saw her last
the memories of previous deaths repressed
bad things like these, they come in threes
the word you just found out you're using wrong
the fact that you're wrong, after all this time
was everyone laughing? or are they just dumb?
bad things like these, they come in threes
the slip that leaves you exposed as you fall
the crack of your skull, breaking nobody's heart
the schemes you believed guided you, fallen apart
bad things like these, they come in threes
the things that are expected of you
the way that she looked when you saw her last,
and you knew.
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