so i can say october.

in utero
in you to her
i whimper it so.
i'm okay
i'm okay
i'm not okay
i heard you on the radio
i sort of sang along
i put my hands on myself
and i sort of sang along
i pretended i wasn't the machine gun
that could leave you so alone
ignoring any bang that said i was my own
i rewrote that
check the edits
i am your own, your home, use my bones
i don't mind at all, we're already sewn
i'm okay
i'm not okay.

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