The Lost Picture Show (season 8)

Just don't know me anymore. Just go back in time. No need to apologize for these realizations. Just know the fault was all mine. I'm terrified of the snow and smoking. Traumatized by these games you left. And fuck these stars that are mocking me. And fuck my timeless naivete. Just don't know I'm barely breathing. Just don't know I'm laying here. Openly bleeding and gutted for show. Monument to tears. You don't need to know. Just don't see me bruised and damaged and lascerated. I don't hurt too bad. Don't have the thoughts like me burrowing in deep, with the nerves they drag. Just don't know the seconds or minutes you gave. Don't see your wasted time. Because I'll have an eternity to replay them like a skipping filmstrip in my mind. Please make it worthwhile. Please make it quick. Starts in my head with a sharpening prick. Please tear it loose. Please leave it alone. Please ring it out. Please take it home. Just don't forget I don't need it. Just don't forget to throw it away. Don't watch it shrivel up and die. Just don't want it, just don't ask why. And I'm fake and hollow. I'm put away. I'm back in the garden there's nothing to say. And no way to speak. Not that speaking makes a change. Just make sure I'm out of your sight. Just don't think this is strange. Just don't see me here. Just don't know that I'm waiting. Or the wallpaper peeling back and rumpled at the floor. The paint chipping and the walls caving. I'll be buried in this stupor. Just don't see me dying in this position. I'll be suffocated by dawn. Just don't know I'm in this condition. I inhaled you in the morning. I've slept on you at night. And now I'm on the rim on the trash can wondering whether or not you want another bite. Just don't see my insides carved out for you. Just don't see unrelenting pain. Forgetting my eerie and mushy words should be just as easy as my name. Just don't see my tired fingers at the ends of these staggering hands. Desperate for your touch, desperate to touch you. Like a desert full of sand. Better back up some and take a good hard look at this. Before you make a crazy decision-this one isn't hit or miss. Too mnay different outcomes swirling around in your head. Too many possibilities weighing you down like lead. Couldn't say the right thing that would quell your fear. So now I'm under this reading lamp....now I'm sitting here. Just don't see my head bowed to the concrete. Don't see the salt water underneath. And don't see these things streaking my face, just turn over a new leaf. Cause I'm wondering is this real. And don't see me bawled up under the covers with your shirt. Don't remember looking in my eyes. Then you won't know that it hurt. I have memories engrained in my skin. Wishing for yours to make it complete again.