You're watching the mantel of a fireplace in July
You're sitting opposite on a couch in a cabin you're basically allergic to
Your mother is packing
This isn't a horror story, we aren't running and we aren't looking for freedom
Only for a zombie to rip our heads off with their
bare bones
All I care about
Is we have no room left in the car
And mom keeps packing
Everything matters when you're leaving
The mantelpiece is to be left alone
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