The Tease
She’s whisked away gone an illusion
Bitter words like needles a rejection so sweet
She’s told me to smile live go on but it’s ironic
Cause my brain don’t work so well so I can’t
Won’t understand what you tell me brushing lips
She’s told me to go be smile and live
But funny enough cause my brain don’t work
Won’t understand syntax error a bitter fate
Cause in this world I never understood a thing
So why should I be able to comprehend you?
Bitter rejection still so sweet
I think I’ll go fuck the exhaust pipe again
Whisked away and oh hey I didn’t want this
Much too expensive give me a guarantee for her
Hey flown away bitter pop can’t taste your lips
Wonder what’s right what’s wrong what’s real
What’s life
But hey brain dead is dead logic so it’s ok
She’s told me to go be smile and live
But funny enough cause my brain don’t work
Won’t understand syntax error a bitter fate
Cause in this world I never understood a thing
So why should I be able to comprehend you?
Bitter rejection still so sweet
I think I’ll go fuck the exhaust pipe again
Brain dead dead brain brain dead brain dead brain
Dead
Rejection so sweet
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- May 18, 2010 / 2:20 pm
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