Every wich way a switch blade cuts
The divets of the wounds give me a rush
Just enough too make me blush
Like...god **** can you really tell I like it that much?
Give me a bucket full of blood and a paint brush
I'll paint these walls, while you build a dutch
Never ever, lean on me cause I'm not a crutch
-J.A.M
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
Every wich way a switch blade cuts
The divets of the wounds give me a rush
Just enough too make me blush
Like...god **** can you really tell I like it that much?
Give me a bucket full of blood and a paint brush
I'll paint these walls, while you build a dutch
Never ever, lean on me cause I'm not a crutch
-J.A.M
