every headlight behind me, i just want to [[curl]]

[[any movement]] is suspect

didn't finish what i set out to, but [[so it goes]]

remembering the [[shots]]

passing streetlights to see my [[shadow]] alone is relief

think over my life, make peace -- [[had a good run]]

knife gripped tight in my [[pocket]]

"oh, i'm alright."

[[pray to the brand]] on its edge for protection

into a tight ball [[behind a bush]]

[[please don't see me]]

[[so i tell]] her everything

i wanna make a call to wake my grandmother to [[get me]]

to turn the corner, spin, cut the lights and, [[as i cross]], come gunning

[[and it goes:]]

walking home

now the [[pulse]] in my ears has mingled with the beat

heart racing and [[loveless]]

my cousin [[asks]] how i'm doing

winchester's my angel [[tonight]], no question

death grips blaring in my [[headphones]]

but i'm two-hundred and fifty pounds, over [[six feet]]

hope i'm still the [[monster]] nobody wants to touch

i can't make [[the walk]]

but when it sways, my only thought is [[any car could be the one]]

hit the block, get home [[safe]] in the door

twist my thumb to fold the blade out, [[feel the metal]]

volume high [[as it goes]]

[[sweat-coated face]], damn near running uphill

praying don't die, phone, i might lose my [[nerve]]

cool against my heated thoughts, less a weapon than a [[talisman]]

and the [[body]] found just a few blocks away early this month

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