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Salt - text

Pick up on my nuanced groans,
Rip apart my soiled interior walls,
Given I'm a sack of bones,
Maybe you should have excoriated home,
The system I need to cope,
Shatters me with every idiom,
Suffering a cut to hope,
Sullen at the time I needed you the most.

Let them bleed me,
Feed me salt under the table.

So I
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit,
Miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit.

Treat me as a prescient ghost,
Watching over the familial,
Speak of me in loud, clear notes,
I'm the boy who was invisible to all,

Let them bleed me,
Feed me salt under the table.

So I,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit,
Miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit.

And if grief can't reach us,
How lamentable it is to your hope,
And if grief won't teach us,
Then I'm powerless to move you along,
From these walls.

Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit,
Miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit out,
Miss a bit, miss a bit, miss a bit.

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