This spring of love, resembles the uncertain glory of an
Let's just stop,
drop everything,
(forget each other's names) forget each other'
Last night your taste was beautiful but my tongue doesn't
Bulls Make Money, Bears Make Money, Pigs Get Slaughtered
I'm right
come to compromise for all of me that has withered
this seam is splitting, torn apart. lacerations from the thoughts
i'll stop
stabbing
when you stop
screaming
it's dropping to the terrain at my
why don't you use your knives, continue to stick them
The fields are near and they wont trust the air
I bite my tongue another perfect time
I'd do anything to
I've resolved upon this course, which has no need of
if I live to see you again
i'll take out my
it's been so long it seems since summer's captivation. entranced
It's safe to come out now, no one is around
This melody never seemed quite right nothing you could ever
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