YOUR VOICE WAS A THUNDERCLAP
I COWERED UNDER THE BED
MY SKELETON TURNED TO FIREWOOD
AS YOU DOUSED THE HOUSE IN GASOLINE
MY PHONE VIBRATES IN MY BELLY
IVE SWALLOWED YOUR VOICE MAILS
ITS EASIER TO HIT IGNORE
THAN IT IS TO HEAR YOUR VOICE
CANDID PHOTOS OF YOU
ARE TACKED TO MY WALLS
I TRIED TO LET THIS OBSESSION DIE
I PUSH MY NAILS INTO MY PALMS
MY HANDS ARE VOODOO DOLLS
IT FEELS AS IF MY THOUGHTS
ARE STUCK IN CAPS LOCK
I NEVER WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
YOUR VOICE WAS A THUNDERCLAP
I COWERED UNDER THE BED
MY SKELETON TURNED TO FIREWOOD
AS YOU DOUSED THE HOUSE IN GASOLINE
MY PHONE VIBRATES IN MY BELLY
IVE SWALLOWED YOUR VOICE MAILS
ITS EASIER TO HIT IGNORE
THAN IT IS TO HEAR YOUR VOICE
CANDID PHOTOS OF YOU
ARE TACKED TO MY WALLS
I TRIED TO LET THIS OBSESSION DIE
I PUSH MY NAILS INTO MY PALMS
MY HANDS ARE VOODOO DOLLS
IT FEELS AS IF MY THOUGHTS
ARE STUCK IN CAPS LOCK
I NEVER WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN
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