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She looked at me and said I think you could be someone Who I would want to cry at my funeral Because you would have loved me forever By then Even in my nightmares You have no clothes And I wake cold-sweat And my ***** is confused It would be cliché for me to tell you about The doves Beating beneath my heart-heavy breastplate Only most days I feel like a sad piñata And I want you to beat the heaven out of me I know what Satan saw In his decent And it was worth the trouble It wasn’t you (Conceited) He didn’t see you Just the passion The things I want to do to you Like a lynching After being dragged for miles from a horse By the throat And called a suicide Only because I didn’t try to stop them from taking me I want to love you like I should have known better I want to catch your breath like a harmonica With my hand over your mouth A bent note all heave Slip between my fingers Let’s be wrong together Like a nun in a church Playing I Want Your *** on me As if I were a ****** pipe ***** Tuned to the key of hallelujah With a distortion pedal set to laughter She shook like a love letter Dropped from a balcony I didn’t offer my jacket Just my arms So much rusty bear traps Their damp hinges closing is a lonely song I want to leave here feeling like a shotgun shell Thrown to the floor hot And used for killing something Like the time between now And your next misfire Even if we’re just friends by then She says I would want you to be there crying I couldn’t imagine you anywhere else
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
My ***** Gets Confused
She looked at me and said I think you could be someone Who I would want to cry at my funeral Because you would have loved me forever By then Even in my nightmares You have no clothes And I wake cold-sweat And my ***** is confused It would be cliché for me to tell you about The doves Beating beneath my heart-heavy breastplate Only most days I feel like a sad piñata And I want you to beat the heaven out of me I know what Satan saw In his decent And it was worth the trouble It wasn’t you (Conceited) He didn’t see you Just the passion The things I want to do to you Like a lynching After being dragged for miles from a horse By the throat And called a suicide Only because I didn’t try to stop them from taking me I want to love you like I should have known better I want to catch your breath like a harmonica With my hand over your mouth A bent note all heave Slip between my fingers Let’s be wrong together Like a nun in a church Playing I Want Your *** on me As if I were a ****** pipe ***** Tuned to the key of hallelujah With a distortion pedal set to laughter She shook like a love letter Dropped from a balcony I didn’t offer my jacket Just my arms So much rusty bear traps Their damp hinges closing is a lonely song I want to leave here feeling like a shotgun shell Thrown to the floor hot And used for killing something Like the time between now And your next misfire Even if we’re just friends by then She says I would want you to be there crying I couldn’t imagine you anywhere else
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
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