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Epithet

from Minor Crush by Royal Chant

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Throwing down the gauntlet and what do we get?
Threading the needle again and again
Now I can’t tell if we’re in the midst
of checkers or if this is chess
I reckon we’ve fallen in love with the mess
this mess

I am an epithet
I am a nervous wreck

we got an affection for broken things
affectations and broken wings
we speak of love and miseries
the train wrecks the whispering
it feels just like a powder keg
this mess

It was an accident
Ambivalent

It was an accident, I am a nervous wreck,
this isn’t happening, it’s only chicken scratch
Is this a heart attack? This is no accident,
I am a nervous wreck, I am an epithet

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from Minor Crush, released October 16, 2019

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