| You can’t stay close enough to every boy you meet.
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| Drugs don’t taste good enough…
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| Since then you’ve been clean with every little taste
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| your nails broke more beneath the surface of my unsteady,
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| undying trust for your smile of decay:
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| beneath the unending, undying light of such little surprise…
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| I could swear I never saw it coming.
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| And with a moments pause he slipped right in…
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| when I was never there to begin with.
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| God, please take me home.
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| Here’s a pretty lie.
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| Here’s a big surprise.
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| Here’s a nasty taste.
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| Here’s a dying faith.
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| I can’t breathe and I swear I’ll never make this bed.
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| I can’t breathe and I swear we’re better off DEAD.
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| And I’m sick of redemption without revision.
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| And I’m sick of your eyes.
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| This isn’t why you made her…
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| This isn’t why you made her… |