The wrappers fall to the ground
"Pop!" goes the sound of the bright pink bubbles
And it gets cold in this tomb
Thinking about our licorice loops
And the memories we made
On this cold bed until we became warheads
But it'll be over soon
I'm crashing from
Your sugary
Arteries
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
The wrappers fall to the ground
"Pop!" goes the sound of the bright pink bubbles
And it gets cold in this tomb
Thinking about our licorice loops
And the memories we made
On this cold bed until we became warheads
But it'll be over soon
I'm crashing from
Your sugary
Arteries
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