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Brain is fried,
 Doctor perscribed it.
It's soup left over on the back burner,
All night long.

All night long,
I figured you had somewhere to be.
Some home to wreck,
Some kitchen you'd burn.
All because you're injured,
like no one's been injured before.
Room temperature dumb,
pull out on your own rancidity.
 Put it into mouse traps,
You'd later step on.
Put it into someone,
You'll pretend to love.
Leave it on the counter to feed your demons,
table scraps of who you were before.