Telephone message
Your voice I kept it
To remind me
You're not going
you walked in and hit me
With a stun gun to
Finished college as an English major. Waiting tables and
These things always come to a head
over a glass of
High noon
Your bullets come
I taste disaster on your tongue
I can’t
Make my way down the hall
Don't know what I will
an endless cycle
start over again
just like a bicycle
you never really
You wanted me to be the bad boy
someone you could
no more secrets here
let's make it crystal clear
just tell me
Listen up real close
This time it isn't a joke
This is
We've both driven down this road before
Never satisfied, always want
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