I got my hands shaking in a dying light
Trying to hold my glass and my jacknife
Sparks of neon cut like pink razor
Tonight the death is our only neighbor
****** gushes turn to flowers
We are drowning in a crimson shower
Your body stretched on a *** stained bed
You look so pretty with a candle burning in your head
Just an empty eyes
With nothing on an inside
We are trapped alone within these walls
And flickering motel light
We go south
To the jukebox song
Crackling in the hall
Evening sun paints
These last second of our fall
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
I got my hands shaking in a dying light
Trying to hold my glass and my jacknife
Sparks of neon cut like pink razor
Tonight the death is our only neighbor
****** gushes turn to flowers
We are drowning in a crimson shower
Your body stretched on a *** stained bed
You look so pretty with a candle burning in your head
Just an empty eyes
With nothing on an inside
We are trapped alone within these walls
And flickering motel light
We go south
To the jukebox song
Crackling in the hall
Evening sun paints
These last second of our fall
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