So apparently, apathetically I'm not here
Leave a message when I care to listen
Well, I'll pick up eventually
I'm so desperately not shallow
Like pools in the winter
Nobody's swimming baby
So let's cover this crime scene
The blood's old and your heart's so cold
I should've known to bury you elsewhere
Igloos don't make good mausoleums
Well so much for sunshine, right?
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