Bled Out Onto a Page

Feel. Release. Heal.

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So, we were drinking PBR and...
I like PBR.
But why?
Because it fucks you up and it's really cheap.
That's because it tastes like hobo piss. Actually, it probably is hobo piss and that's why it fucks you up so much. You're drinking trace amounts of mescaline and hooker blood.

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I know it cuts you deep
Whenever I disappear
Without so much as a call
And you add it up to
Another in a long list
Of broken promises
But maybe I’m just trying
To spare you the pain
And me the shame
Of seeing how it’s
All come down to this.

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About to perform for the first time in 3 years. Uncontrollable shakes are a good thing, right?