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a small touch. your bed, not mine.

the wasted years, the wasted youth, the pretty lies, the ugly truth.

i'm catatonic in your arms, crying, "how did i cause so much harm?"

before i was just a sailor, a little boat down the sink. she made me turn my head and think to myself, "perhaps it's worth i learnt to swim."

i feel like i'm the worst so i always act like i'm the best.

so, call me amadeus; god made me famous, 'cause i'm his favorite.

baby hotline, please hold me close to you.

i see you shiver with antici—

i'm just a notch in your bedpost, you're just a line in a song.

i'm down pounding my head against the kitchen floor, apologizing for my life and ever entering yours.

take my anxiety, and my sobriety, i'll kill two birds with one stone-r.

i'm catatonic in your arms, crying, "how did i cause so much harm?"

light is on the way, we'll be having a fun time, it's such a lovely day, we should pocket the sunshine!

i fucking love you. i 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 you.

when did this become normal, and do i deserve this?

bounce around a while. never talk to me again.

dead from the neck up, but living just enough to beg you, "pretty boy, please let me die."

i've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim, i just wanna be the one you love.

she's got the touch of an anesthesiologist, please put me under.

she's got the touch of an anesthesiologist, please put me under.

what's the point in surviving here if we have to kill everything that makes it so wonderful?

he'd forgotten people could be warm.

you made me feel like nothing! you were afraid? good for you. all i ever wanted was for you to SEE ME!

they disguise it, hypnotize it, television made you buy it.

i'll be your number one with a bullet, a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it.

i'd try to see the glass as half-full, but i'd probably just drink that too.

heaven's not waiting for a man like me.

mom. am i still young? can i dream for a few months more?

i hear your heart beating under the floorboards, the rhythm is a gospel to me.

i'll be your number one with a bullet, a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it.