When I die, bury me inside a liquor store
I wanna lie with empty bottles on the first floor,
Want you to mourn me like a rockstar, Want that hard core,
Then slit my wrists and drink my blood until I'm all gone
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
When I die, bury me inside a liquor store
I wanna lie with empty bottles on the first floor,
Want you to mourn me like a rockstar, Want that hard core,
Then slit my wrists and drink my blood until I'm all gone
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