Savings account by jordan hoxsie Lyrics

life goals born flat
and formal
like plexiglass innocence

packed into walls
by splitting fingers

and my name is designed
to be spelled wrong

inhaling glue
for the sake of
reconstruction

i take it that scanning a book
does not compare to feeling
a bare back
or a torn out spine

when daylight circulates
in the flesh of things
time is nothing more
than a bank robber

murder is yet another
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