one more failed suicide attempt and i dont hink yr trying anywhere hard enough. its not like were stood here wishing you were dead, i just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at. now yr tearing down the christmas lights come valentines. out hostess, she skims the careless, i know the money's there, i checked her underwear. hey bodycheck! another dress to get discarded in dark corners thrown by drunken lovers, put some candles out. ex dancer, shes tight with bouncers, she says they got her back until they get her back so put some candles out. ive got nothing to lose, for paris afternoons were fake and summer can't come soon enought. one more shattered limb for yr bulletin there was shouting then screaming then poilice in the taxi rank. its not like were stood here waiting for the blood, i just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at. like roadkill, we took bad pills, forgot where our hearts were at (and where the rest was stashed) the night broke us, yr friends choked us, passed out on the taxi ride, we barely got inside, put some candles out. and im ashamed, if you treat this like a race then yr always going to lose, put some candles back. and how it always comes back to a row of cheap flats, a suicide pact and a heart attck stance that says " we tried, we tried, we tried, we tried, we made the best with what we had."
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