bittersweet, Beetlejuice
silly me to wait for you
while you take flights around with your new boo
bittersweet, I wish I knew
how stupid I looked texting you
trying to get you to open up the whole time you was deeply in love
bittersweet, how you would
tell me your love life is nonexistent now I see you kissing up
with your new boo underneath the sun
like **** here we go again
falling in love with another dead end
cant pretend it doesn’t hurt, can’t pretend I didn’t try to make it work
it's just bittersweet, Beetlejuice
how silly of me to fall for you
the constant pattern I just keep going through
over loving dove, but cupid still shooting a doe
on my knees already but just cut my throat
transform the new into what is known
uncondition and recondition me as a home
then it's no longer bittersweet, Beetlejuice

Hey folks,                                                           ­                                   

                            ­                        Begging your pardon?


            Die                                      ­                      
                               You're all
                                gonna        

Die                                                          ­                        

    You're all gonna
                                                           ­                                     Die



                   ­    The whole being dead thing...                                              


You're
doomed
E n j o y the
sining
And if I hear your C e l l p h o n e
ringing

I'll                      ****                  yo­u              m y s e l f




The whole ~"Being dead"~ thing.

G                                               Brutal truth,                                                
I                                          Hitlist,             ­                                     
A                                     Christmas,                                        
N                                   Triscuits,                                      
T                               Statistics.                                
SNAKE                                                           ­                           



Every show I do like a TON of
c   o   k   e

Jesus, pass the
d   r   a   m   a   m   i   m   e


Bla                                                         ­                                                Bla
Bible
Jesus
M
A
G
I
*C




Seriously though, this is a (show?) about
DEATH


And on a certain date, the universe kills you.
That's the thing with life
No-one makes it out alive



God I hope you're ready for a
(Show?) about
Death.


                                                I do this ******* like eight times a week,
You're gonna be fine.                            



God I hope you're ready                                                            ­                  
for a (show?) about



                                                        ­                                           DEATH