Slice

I write a letter to you
Everyday, there's a message for you
I always send them to you
with cursive writing and hearts on the stamp

But my darling ways are getting old
I want to be the piece of meat in front of your nose

But any way you slice it
I come out butchered
Any way you slice it
I come out butchered

I want to be part of you
Your nose, your eyes, your smile, your big toe, your arm
Do you smell me behind you?
I'm always there, you know I’ll always be there

But I don't want to be left behind in the cold
I want to be the piece of meat in front of your nose

But any way you slice it
I come out butchered
Any way you slice it
I come out butchered

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