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A Century of Thrills He died a week ago.A Century of Thrills by ~Mogatrat
I'm standing at this intersection and I can't remember if I play Sodom or Gomorrah tonight. They stand on opposite sides of the street from each other and I know those aren't their real names, but it's definitely what they are. These vile fucking places. It's not like I'm any better, but they've probably forgotten by now, and I haven't. Because it was my fault. Tonight they're going to learn that. Tonight is the night I shatter their twisted mirror of reality where nothing's their fault and nothing matters, where sin and vice and ignorance are all just "having a good time".
I take a stab at it and head over to Sodom -
You It's late and I'm still smiling when I open the door but when it opens and I see our old empty house and its rotting wood staircase that leads to sleep I see you too, and that's enough to take my smile away. This is the problem with living alone when you come back to home it's not home it's purgatory until the next day comes around. The streetlights invade the front room and just barely touch the bottom of your jaw as you smile at me from your perch against the bannister. Sometimes when I flick the lights on and the snap echoes through these empty halls you disappear but not tonight apparently. You and your stupid gorgeous green eyes and youYou by ~Mogatrat
Amy Hit the Atmosphere And you're still here.Amy Hit the Atmosphere by ~Mogatrat
You sit in this house and you pretend it isn't empty without her. You pretend that bare walls are just your style, you pretend that the empty bookshelves are going to be filled someday, you pretend the studio is a guest bedroom.
You pretend that everything is going to get better someday.
You drive past the ball field every day and park at the convenience store in the same spot and you stare blankly at the walls for a few hours and you pretend that someone new's going to come in, someone interesting and unique, and you'll make a connection. And you daydream about a town where people smile, and go out together, and
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