Viking Birthday Party

I walk a line of swampy sweat pools and stress
A sour stomach, a throbbing head
It makes me want to bury my face in a mattress and not come up for air again

And I wish I had something strong enough
That didn't break in my fucking hands
That didn't crumble into pieces

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I like the the way that I disgust you
I like the way that you roll your eyes at me and try to wreck my self-esteem

And I wish I had something strong enough
That didn't break in my fucking hands
That didn't crumble into pieces

We burn this bridge
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