Hey hey hey, I'm pissed off. I just want to move to like Vancouver or Seattle, somewhere cold and away from here. I just want something new.
I wanna rob
You of your game face
So I can cower beneath yours
Cause I'm a freak from the same place
Let suicide make a meal for birds
Into your heart
I've got the dagger
The metaphor will suffice for now
Get in my bed
I wanna kill you
Show you mine if you show me how
I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around
She slit
Her wrists
For attention
In 1996
She slit
Her wrists
Listening to live through this
So here I am
Will you deny me
Metal now
But I've always been
Let's make a toast
Let's do the oil spill
Let the seagulls pick out the sins
I want it now
I want the danger
Give me strength and I'll give you wings
I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around
I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around
I get angry
When you're around
When you're around
I get nasty
When you're around
When you're around
Friday, October 26, 2007
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