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Underneath the street lamp's light,
I finally saw myself...
alone and underrated;
a lit match in my mouth.

Where to start? The beginning,
before my red lips cracked.
I caught myself attached to you,
but now I'm over that,

or maybe you're replaced
by ashes on my tongue.
Gray angels in my toothpaste
match my smokey lungs.

That was a summer in snow.
I built a sad mistake,
a snowman with your frozen eyes.
All night, I stayed awake

listening to "Made Of Glass."
You know me way too well.
I hate how you can look at me
and automatically tell:

I'm a liar, a bad habit,
and know what I won't say.
But I guess you couldn't see it when
my closing eyes said "stay."

The noose has been unraveled.
I'm better off alone,
'cause once I found that emptiness,
I found the perfect home.

Thought, "you're the only one,"
but now I know you're not.
I told you, I replaced you with
the match; so dead, so hot.

Underneath the street lamp's light,
I finally saw myself...
alone and underrated;
...a picture in my mouth.