if she were gone I could keep my fingers still if she were gone I would bury myself alive it's not that hard she said, \"you're on some serious bullshit.\" but what doesn't kill me, I can hide behind the key is making sparks before it reaches the heart
isn't every life unfinished? am I right? isn't every life unfinished? left soft on the inside
if your expectations serve to nurture my frustrations will you throw me in the ditches where the panthers lie? marry me, forget we spoke, forget we met, fly back home be satisfied, live in your bed, let it be gone, let it begin I'm on something serious but it's not that and i fear for us each moment that our fangs stay locked together in a kiss wicked tessellations multiply our precious figurines cry out in delight
if death is life and sex is life then what's the life that's left inside? forget the things that I may like take your own desires blow smoke out from your spirit and I'll talk to myself all night