her gravity makes me feel lightheaded
small-talk turns to dust in
Sworn to secrecy, I might go after school
She was an
batten down the hatch
cause we're all coming in
like uninvited guests
romancing
blood-red lips like soft intentions
kiss my eyes they're black and
and i'll come running for my life
scramble through these greasy
This could be the very minute
I'm aware i'm alive
All these
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh
I will hang on the hook of your splendor
As the
A little after twelve
The function suite was full
Of people I
Only the faintest only the faintest glance buries you buries
i'm good for inspiration aren't i - you will find
well
cut my eyes out dear
so i can't see your smug
I'll get tired of the heart attacks
Every time it rings
I'll
Half the fun of it is that I can't keep
For once I want to be the car crash
Not always
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