If I catch fire, baby, my veins will
Water the flames away
...they're half dead anyway
The tops of broken needles swimming
through the synthetic blood
when God blessed me with life
It just wasn't enough.
It's so beautiful, my arm which sparkles with
Chemicals
Sunrises look so pretty,
I'm in heaven when the needles inside me.
Baby, won't you come join me?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
I will always be there, even if my liver is falling through me
I swear your smile is the suture that fixes
Everything.
We wasted so much time on life.
If it was my time to shine, i'd only do it with you,
You bleed just like me, I know you do.
So put down your bottle, and take the needle out of your arm
I swear the funeral home is on speed dial
Stop planning overdoses with me
I'd rather die alone.
You bring to much love into life
Even if your tears taste like vodka
It's sweet serum to me
Even if our portraits are bruised
I didn't have a heart 'til I met you.
Just cause you don't love you
Doesn't mean I don't.
I swear your smile is the suture that fixes
Everything.
We wasted so much time on life.
If it was my time to shine, i'd only do it with you,
You bleed just like me, I know you do.
So put down your bottle, and take the needle out of your arm
I swear the funeral home is on speed dial
Stop planning overdoses with me
I'd rather die alone.
You bring to much love into life
Even if your tears taste like vodka
It's sweet serum to me
Even if our portraits are bruised
I didn't have a heart 'til I met you.
Just cause you don't love you
Doesn't mean I don't.
I don't like sweet kisses. I'd prefer a scalpel in my spleen
Nights drag on til 8 in the afternoon,
When, it's hard to breathe, to bleed, to move.
Tasting sick in my mouth. Swallowing hard, to keep it down.
Our liver wasn't suppose to handle so many pills
I guess it's punishing me. I've made it so ill!
God wouldn't have me in heaven, so I'd create my own
Oxycontin, Valium, Hydrocodene, Alpraxine.
Nights drag on til 8 in the afternoon,
When, it's hard to breathe, to bleed, to move.
Tasting sick in my mouth. Swallowing hard, to keep it down.
Our liver wasn't suppose to handle so many pills
I guess it's punishing me. I've made it so ill!
God wouldn't have me in heaven, so I'd create my own
Oxycontin, Valium, Hydrocodene, Alpraxine.
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