explain the electric fix,
the leather and the lips,
my arm twists.
your
we talk with speak n reads in the dark
with
her stories hurt with shattered trusts
my words rang out
whatcha mad at again?
its your crawling eyes,
its your crawing
i dont see how you find
beauty in this town
we're heart vandals,
you and i, we say.
we're heart
we wanna be in the one place that you're not
we
they caught on to me
so lay me to sleep
no peace
so lets all raist a toast
to my pretty pretty host
her
black dress in stereo
black dress in stereo
and i
it seems as though you only exist
simply to twist my
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