Sirah - Class 103 | Текст песни

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• Sirah
• Class 103

Glimmer, Shimmer Powder left on my chest and breasts

Pre-sex virgin and all my love made less
contests, too the pieces of love lived in vein
Started with a special ring tone
led to special names
Little poems scattered with hints
Even stupids love was the closest thing since
I was never in this, prior to the ring, love was a fairy tale kind of thing
The way a woman’s face screws after being beat
She can’t leave, that’s what love ment to me
You were in my english class, sat next to dan and scribbled notes
I would write our names in bubble-letter quotes
Supposed to be flip but I asked for your digits
Love at first sight with the quickness
felt my chest cave in, dialing your number
2-1-3-something something something something
Heart pummeling heard mumbling, echoing ‘hello’
So my phone drops, so nervous I let it go

Wicha slice of those nights can fit in my pocket
Treasure it forever till the day my life stopped-it
Never wished for more than your face in my locket
Nope, not love till I wrung your heart and popped it
(x2)

Called again, quiet at the other end
“This is Sirah from your english class…Friends with Dan?” Delay.
“Do you know the homework for today?”
For some strange reason, that was all I could say
Gave me the pages and the paper to write
Hung up the phone and as I said goodnight,
My face so bright, pink with embarrassment
Next day when I saw you at Mrs Harris’s I couln’t breathe
But I couldn’t let it go, asked if you wanted to see a show
Eat food, just chill, maybe dope
If we could build with english and such, the connectivness
I was madly in love
My mom was in touch, thought you were great, your mom thought the same
So we became 1 out of 2 kids
And hand holdin’ became, taking my innocence
Loved you for our differences, whatever they would be
So this song I spit, because you were dear to me

Wicha slice of those nights can fit in my pocket
Treasure it forever till the day my life stopped-it
Never wished for more than your face in my locket
Nope, not love till I wrung your heart and popped it
(x2)

Hooky, murdered our love truly
Getting high to keep up with your schoolwork
My father roady crier so I cried you were a jerk, I thought it worked, swore you stopped
I turned to doing that clock
We’d hit that pipe on, staying awake for hours
Minutes turned to anxious hours
(something) would flower, blossom and bloom
Come down to thoughts that I consume
Let’s only call them weekends, us and our weak friends
made it a trend, every day began sadistic array,
Pregnancy tests confirmed the fate of slay
Cry killed the body on the floor
I was a lay, pray for the cure, hiding sickly
Carrying our seed, what had happened to love in class 103
sworn it was love that had carried us through
but those were different people, than me and you (me and you)
What to do, the question plagued me
The doctor said we’d have to murder our baby
Behaviorally, we’d be insanely crazy
So I slaughtered it, in that office that day
Never looked at either one of us the same

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