Can we fuck around one last time tonight?
I'll sneak you in the bathroom, bang you up on the sink
Love becomes burdensome when you abuse friends like these
Thirty cash is miniscule for an evening of debauchery
Break up for me, baby, and I'll stick it again for old times sake
A blessed home wrecker veiled in gray/green

It's not just the pretty ones who make graves
Who makes graves?

Patsy Kline

Patsy Kline is no ordinary girl
She has been misspelled for one cryptic reason
Dependency is not the right word but it's the first word that comes to my mind

With piano wire and formaldehyde, I'll build your body eternal
Don't speak to me of hitting bottom
So the story goes like father like son
Like father like son

Oil burners and renaissance men, my type has been loving forever
Who would have thought that slow suicide would make a 24 year old boy feel so alive
Break up for me one last time tonight
I'll hit it like it's never been hit before

Like father like son


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Dawson's Creek 2.1 song meanings
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