Marisa Nelson Biography

Her dad was a drug dealer
And her mom was a druggie
Fights were and everyday thing
And there was not a quiet moment in the house
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I can see in the dark
I stumble in the past
And everything just fades away
There's gonna be an accident
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Shimmering in the night
I saw her eyes
I clenched my fists tight
In thoughts I would float away
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I live in my head
My head makes these dreams
I live for these dreams in my head
There's still emptiness
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There are times I dream of you and me
And how perfect the pieces fit
I search for ways to make you see
There would be no conflicts
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