FILE DATE: July 01, 2025 | STATUS: LOGGED
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Source Link: Watch on YouTube Channel: Teddy Divine
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Take better care of your furniture @PotatoOfLife
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**[00:01]** [Music] I used to be orange, parusted, and red. Now I'm staying with the echoes of things never said. Once proud in a showroom, now sinking way down. Crumbs in my corners, stains in my seams. I've seen things that rupture your dreams. He calls himself gone, but he smells like decay. One shower awake and he's back here to stay. Same thing again. He's like a base. Where's yesterday's skin? on the couch. I've cried through the springs, trapped
**[00:51]** in the filth of unspeakable things. I sag under secrets, soaked in the shame of a madman who tarnish the meaning of name. Can't scream car. I just want where I dwell. Welcome to my world discussion hell. He ran into walls then threatened a name of politicians kids. They locked him in chains but prison spat him back less than a year. And that's when the real rot settled in here. He live streamed his madness till platform shut
**[01:33]** down. Now it's just me and him in this cursor lounge and his sister. I won't speak what I saw, but the air still thick with the violating TR. Wait a McDonald's tower like to zones around me. Ash in the fabric run in the frame. He talks to the TV or maybe the ghost, but I know every lie, every state, every name. He believes he's divine, but I'm the one to find on the couch. I've died every
**[02:05]** day, sunk in a nightmare that won't go away. My cushions are coffins for the life he defiled. Even monsters need thrones, and I've one so vile. Can't scream, can't run. I just run where I dwell. This isn't a home. It's my caution. [Applause] [Music] So when he's gone and I'm dragged to the street, take a breath, but don't take a seat.