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unhinged
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naked in the bathtub
sitting on the porcelain
waiting for that little hurricane
to pull your torso in
the water don't run
just drips like veins
still drips like a painkiller
drips to the veins
fill it up
with a bag of that happy stuff
cause the way she runs out
you can tell she ain't had enough
good times goddess
my goodness
goth fingernail polish
autopilot footprints
with a smile that's stitched
to the fabric of bedtime tales
that keep them kids out of the attic
the mouth of madness
loud and manic
the motive of the word
holding south on the atlas
picture a hole
put your hero in
envision the goal
now zero in
been watching your night train track
for the last few stops
with notice that i'm gonna hop it
how did we end up in your apartment?
pocket full of gossip says this ain't smart
and when it's all said and done
can't hit restart
but i'll be damned if i don't want to kiss you
hard
shoulda known better not to fuck with you
ain't got nothing but too much to lose
lost in the rush don't know what to do
that drug got you like i want you 2x
i've got a restraining order against satan's daughter
and i keep it at the bottom of
this jameson and water
and when we get there you can sit there
and stare from behind your mascara and your thick hair
i'm aware of that pain you harbor
the same that gave game to the names you martyr
apart from the details of substance and whatnot
i fucks with that hunger of love pistol gut rot
blood shot
give me one shot
my shot
rawped up on enough talk to make the time stop
the lines of chalk that that benjamin night cop
killed the illustrations on the neighborhood sidewalks
sssshhhh
then all of a sudden she got silent
pupils like marbles hide behind eye lids
get away sticks go limp in ho place
that fucked up smile sucked up most her face
truly
beauty it seems serene
and each criticism becomes redeemed
swallow my words
no more judgement it's true
cause you look like
what i feel like
when i'm with you
should known better not to fuck with you
ain't got nothing but too much to lose
lost in the rush don't know what to do
that drug got you like i want you 2x
(i need this album on my ipod again)
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