i used to go out without a safety pin in my pocket
(and one on the inside of my overcoat, in case the other one gets lost)
can you imagine what it's like to be safe at all times?
imagine it painful,
say farewell to excitement and pleasure
to all highs and lows, feelings in general cannot be tolerated.
because what is safe about them, see?
my world's as small as a pinhole, my mind is narrow
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