Hospital bracelet, she owned.
Called from the payphone.
She was all I've ever known and
She scratched her veins out.
Little girls thrown around on a trampoline
We were thirteen year old lovers, in one or two bodies/
I was King and you were Queen
The Monarch, she,
She scratched her veins out
And I was the one who bled.
I sparked a lighter at her grave
Inhaled royal air.
Suicide bracelet, she sent to me
I poured ink onto her headstone.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
Hospital bracelet, she owned.
Called from the payphone.
She was all I've ever known and
She scratched her veins out.
Little girls thrown around on a trampoline
We were thirteen year old lovers, in one or two bodies/
I was King and you were Queen
The Monarch, she,
She scratched her veins out
And I was the one who bled.
I sparked a lighter at her grave
Inhaled royal air.
Suicide bracelet, she sent to me
I poured ink onto her headstone.
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