Fruitflies

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Fruit flies and little lies swarming in your kitchen.

You don't mind, you never mind anything at all.

After it's screaming in the other room, you really know just what to do.

Just stand right there at the top of the stairs and listen 'til it's over.

Pure like a child, crooked like a smile.

Pretty and warm and dark and vile. Fruit like a slut, tender like a scar.

The world's so pissed and it breaks your heart, yeah.

Sunlight creeps inside, poking at your sleepy eyes.

Frustrated, realize smoke has filled your room.

It screams, "Fire, fire, fire," and you ran outside just to admire.

Look at your flames, they're just burning away everything you own today.

Pure like a child, crooked like a smile. Pretty and warm and dark and vile.

Fruit like a slut, tender like a scar.

The world's so fucked and it breaks your heart, yeah.

Now that you're like you wanted to be.

Answer in the mirror when the dust lands in my attitude.

Fall back into your chair. There's somebody that needs you.

It's time to wash your hands of your kids who are starving.

What's out there? Nothing's out there.

There needs to be something. There is nothing out there.

Well, there is the sea and birds and fish and, and silly guys with guns and birds that like to dance and have fun.