walk back to where I started outside of the graveyard
away from home I'm doing shit a lot
away from home I never could have thought
of you as a friend
as a dead relative holding hands
and the sand will swallow us whole
I get dizzy breathing your air
and I tug my fingers along your long hair
walk away, walk away, macadamia hey
walk away it is true it is true it is true
walk back to where I started
dead maggots around
circle me closely
circle the ground
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