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Ripped Apart

de Nicolas Snyder

Stuck in the summer, right where you left me
Two thirds of the way through insidious, now it feels kind of fitting
I'm still paused, where you didn't stop

Now I hate my birthday, we spent in your basement
What a fucking way to celebrate, you called it romantic
Each year, the same souvenir

I don't know what hurts more
The thought of me or my clothes on your floor
I don't know what you're good for
If you're just a boy I'd kill to ignore
So I don't say your name anymore
I'll just call you Voldemort

I come at it sideways, like it's a curse word
Two syllables to get through your name, but it gives me heartburn
Got used to the pain
But I can't regret it I didn't want it in the first place

I don't know what hurts more
The thought of me or my clothes on your floor
I don't know what you're good for
If you're just a boy I'd kill to ignore
So I don't say your name anymore

You left me without a pulse
I take a breath, but only by force
Here I go, off to war
I'm clinging to my last resort
So I don't say your name anymore

I'll just call you Voldemort
I'll just call you Voldemort

I'll just call you Voldemort
I'll just call you Voldemort
I'll just call you Voldemort
I'll just call you Voldemort

Now I'm watching for a blue Subaru, you probably don't drive anymore
And you've got a hell of a story to tell, is that all I died for?

I don't know what hurts more
The thought of me or my clothes on your floor
I don't know what you're good for
If you're just a boy I'd kill to ignore
So I don't say your name anymore
I don't say your name

You left me without a pulse
I take a breath, but only by force
Here I go, off to war
I'm clinging to my last resort

So I don't say your name anymore
I'll just call you Voldemort

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