In a purple haze, you smoke a joint,
And death would be an improvement
At this point.
Phone calls laced with ****
With open arms like an old friend
Welcome death.
Grab anything breathing and **** it.
It would be so easy just now to
Kick the bucket.
Make out with a boy, he’s gay
All the while wishing you could
Pass away.
Decide to sleep around with the crazies
And wake up asking why you’re not
Pushing up daisies.
Betray me with more than a kiss
***** around one more time
And you’re swimming with the fish.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
In a purple haze, you smoke a joint,
And death would be an improvement
At this point.
Phone calls laced with ****
With open arms like an old friend
Welcome death.
Grab anything breathing and **** it.
It would be so easy just now to
Kick the bucket.
Make out with a boy, he’s gay
All the while wishing you could
Pass away.
Decide to sleep around with the crazies
And wake up asking why you’re not
Pushing up daisies.
Betray me with more than a kiss
***** around one more time
And you’re swimming with the fish.
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