every time i remember you exist
i salt my tongue
every word i said to you
is an open wound
sometimes i think of you
and i look at my scabs
i've had them for years
i should see a doctor
you're always far from my mind
until you're right between my eyes
like the pistol i pointed at you
like the shotgun you pointed at me
(you shot first)
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