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Hold your knife against my throat,
cut me deeper
Feel the blood drip down
your arm, darling
I paint this picture on the back
of my mind,
But it's fading quickly
like an eighth-grade summer romance

The sleeping pills are mixing nicely
with red wine
Catch them all,
before panic hits monday
Trapped like rats,
and oh the water is rising
We'd use the life boat,
but we gnawed through the tubing

You're a drug, like the gun inside my mouth
I know it's wrong but I just can't spit you out
Happiness is a warm pun
And I love the taste of steel tonight
I know it happens for the rest of your life
Not asking, just doing darling

I know it happens for the rest of your life

I paint this picture on the back of my mind,
But it's fading quickly like
an eighth-grade summer romance

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