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Curse Your Branches



Oh, David Bazan you kill me.
2:37 in, sigh.

'My body bangs and twitches
The tequila wets my tongue
My fingers find the stitches
Firmly back and forth they run
I need no other memory
Of the bits of me I left
When all this lethal drinking
Is to hopefully forget about you.'



2011-01-25