half smoked cigarettes...
half smoked cigarettes, and your the trash that infests my sheets. can't make a wife out of a whore. don't want your skin on me. and you're addicted to the drug of lust, and detox is the cold sweat of shame, and i love your pain. i'd give you these roses now, but i'm left in the thorns. i'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself. i'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel. i'll lose you somewhere on a dusty shelf. so this love's been worn down, like some song on tape. the sex has lost all of its fun, like gum loses taste. and your addicted to the drug of lust, and detox is the cold sweat of shame, and i love your pain. i'd give you these roses now, but i'm left in the thorns. i'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself. i'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel. i'll lose you somewhere on a the shelf. i'm here lying in your bed, babe. remember what you said to me: "you can be my james dean, i'll be your sweet queen." i said that you were my first, but you weren't even close now. like a friend in a movie, you're just one, of many. can you grant me one last wish? play russian roullette as we kiss. i'll be your cheap novelty, blow your brains out of me. i'd give you these roses now, but i'm left in the thorns. i'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself. i'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel. i'll lose you somewhere on the shelf.
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