wrapped up tight in my distress. My words are muffled

You say you want to help me	What I really want is for my troubles to be a puddle on your shoulder	The worst things about divorce	Solomon
Dearest, I feel certain	In bed feigning sleep	Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry	I feel things, hundredsfold, a papercut requires stitches
Still I save the moon for you	Welcome to heartache head	I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat	Please don't throw me in the briar patch!
don't think so loudly; whisper something in my ear	Lead us, the faithful, to the land of broken promises	The weather is moving the wrong way today.	Pass the Gun Around
Children of divorce	Just don't expect me to understand	daughter	Dear Grandpa
Loves me like a bottle	All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck	I'm not homophobic but...	It was a dangerous, stupid infraction and I deserve the ticket

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