walk tho the graveyard with me and wipe away those scarlet tears
you said it was never about me
i guess it's a little like me saying sorry i threw up on you
and i think you actually hurt my feelings
there's a rash on my tummy
as i walk up those square spiral stair case
rainbow blinds, spots of light, and my eyes readjusting to the sober world
where the skin tone i wake up to is always different from the night before
again maybe your right that i'd make a good hooker.
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