My amygdala's engaging, I can't stop it now.
My heart's avulsion has only made things worse.
I still feel that pain, but I'm numb to the things you say.
But everything else hits me like a haymaker from Ali.
Shoot with the cane Candy and let's do this again,
'Cause you scare me anytime you're acting sane.
Can't you read your name in the track marks
And the three holes in my chest, gateways to my past life?
My last pair of braincells tell me you don't mean it,
The void says Bikini Atoll would be the perfect vaction,
Away from you.
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