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Sanatçı: amy michelle

albüm: felicity stories


My alter boy
Won't make any noise
In a state of great trepidation
The roman scent
Sits on my chest
Like fighting fire with the patron
I'm a thief
Not a safety net
And I'm prone to second best
Left my head
On a picket fence
To scare off my only friend
I owe you
Half of what I am
And that's 6 feet underground
Ode to praying to the answering machine
My alter boy
Alone with her
Your skullcrusher
Plummet headfirst to the pavement
Your wallflower
Little miss sinister
I'll find your body in the basement
Bite down
Into your flesh
I'm not sure
If you exist
You took everything I have
So I'll be sure to take a heart attack
I'm a thief
Not a safety net
And I'm prone to second best
Left my head
On a picket fence
To scare off my only friend
I owe you
Half of what I am
And that's 6 feet underground
Ode to crying in the bathroom at the party
Ode to having nothing left to say but sorry
Ode to praying to the answering machine

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