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She is dressed in crumbs
While she eats the crust
With a heavy hand
Covered in the must
Pedal down
She’s made a braid in her hair today
Neon bobby pin
Trusting it will steal the show
Aesthetic offence
Something’s kidnapping her eyes
She’s running to the bus
Hand in hand with the weight of sex
You fought the war and made a bunch of bad mistakes
You sought good sense with an extreme amount of stealth
You fought the war
Strips you bare, but you're still here
The bitter guest becomes the truth its hard to leave that room, but hey
You can do whatever you fucking want
Now she wears her wrath
Like a golden crown
With a steady pen
She's sketching up a fence
Her hair is wet
In a ponytail
Every grudge
Becomes a lighter at the gas station
She found a home
In the pawn shop hallways bets are off
A whole new world
But without Aladdin
You won your war and made a bunch of great new friends
You sought revenge but found a different kind of wealth
You won the war and little did you know
That you never ran the show
