I sat with a gospel tune swingin in my head
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I wished you would sit on my lap and tell me stories
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Hoping your fragile illness will lie for you
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Trying to remember what a heatebeat means
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Took the last bottle with you and your new love
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Watched you trip over the bodies in the hall
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Down the stairs perfectly bruised
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You lied and screamed I pushed you down
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Pointing to the one truth you had left
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Now watch me kill you without my conscience
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I let you chew up my heart and spit it out in a different color
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I thought of your kisses how abusive they use to feel
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Now the lust went straight to my head
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I cut up our bulimic memories and
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Burned your touches off my pale skin
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Drag your cigarette smiles to bed with him
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I applaud you for being a sport sweetheart
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These were our best years...
LoVe
Bunnikid