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That coffin nail smile All the while it never broke. **** after **** we took the plant apart, As if the night was a chocolate cake, And we knew it wouldn't last. Cast of with a flick of the hand, They were like that ash, They never understood, It was never any good. But you were so good Betty. That ***** blond mop, The halter top, And that coffin nail smile, All the while, it never broke. They say, you had it on your face still, When they pulled you out of the wreck, A few teeth short, bloodied, But intact. I beat myself up over it, Nonstop. Its a horror, What four hours can do. To have the world wrapped up in a piece of bambu, Twenty-two records, without a single skippable song, A plant in full bloom, A room with a you... I saw the ******* two months later, Drinking himself to death, In the Orlando international airport lounge. ******* on an olive, and sobbing on your picture. I wanted so much to strangle him Until his eyes popped out of his head, Until he was dead...like he made you. But I figured...he was doing a good enough job on his own, So I left him alone. I'll never forgive him though... He's been dead twenty years now, But I'll never forgive him... For hitting that guardrail at ninety... And for walking away, with a broken collar bone, While you... Oh Betty, You were so ****** Why didn't you stay that night, Stay with me... You didn't... Oh, Betty... Why did you leave us like that, Why did you leave me...
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 8:52 AM UTC
Betty
That coffin nail smile All the while it never broke. **** after **** we took the plant apart, As if the night was a chocolate cake, And we knew it wouldn't last. Cast of with a flick of the hand, They were like that ash, They never understood, It was never any good. But you were so good Betty. That ***** blond mop, The halter top, And that coffin nail smile, All the while, it never broke. They say, you had it on your face still, When they pulled you out of the wreck, A few teeth short, bloodied, But intact. I beat myself up over it, Nonstop. Its a horror, What four hours can do. To have the world wrapped up in a piece of bambu, Twenty-two records, without a single skippable song, A plant in full bloom, A room with a you... I saw the ******* two months later, Drinking himself to death, In the Orlando international airport lounge. ******* on an olive, and sobbing on your picture. I wanted so much to strangle him Until his eyes popped out of his head, Until he was dead...like he made you. But I figured...he was doing a good enough job on his own, So I left him alone. I'll never forgive him though... He's been dead twenty years now, But I'll never forgive him... For hitting that guardrail at ninety... And for walking away, with a broken collar bone, While you... Oh Betty, You were so ****** Why didn't you stay that night, Stay with me... You didn't... Oh, Betty... Why did you leave us like that, Why did you leave me...
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 8:52 AM UTC
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