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.love.is.happiness.&.mix.tapes. (gothicslut) wrote in emolyrics,
@ 2004-03-11 18:21:00
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    Current mood: cranky

    sudden death in carolina-brand new
    Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire.
    But it's nothing new.
    I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
    With every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
    Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat.
    Every stupid melody to every stupid song.
    And every stupid word that ever body's hanging on.
    What difference does this difference in age make?
    I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
    So call 911.
    I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess.
    Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and I woke up with a shiner.
    And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head.
    This dark and quiet bed felt like the middle of nowhere.
    We beat each other up just like we always do.
    When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you.
    What difference does this difference in age make?
    I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
    Call 911.
    I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess.
    Call homicide.
    Take the case to court.
    Her lips taste like a loaded gun and I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor.
    They hung her from the bridge on Monday.
    The gathering turned into a mob out on the lawn.
    The dropped her body in the river.
    And school and work returned to normal before long...
    Call 911.
    I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess.
    Call homicide.
    Take the case to court.
    Her lips taste like a loaded gun and I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor.



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