i had trouble finding my cleanest dirty shirt. smoked my brain grey, on cigarettes and my bestfriend Jane. packed the razor baldes in your backpack, smallest pouch. using them for sewing, with no needle or no thread. i know the pills you crush, and skim them with the blade. suck them up your nose, for all the boys that never stayed. or all the boys you never kept. a cigarette for the night you never slept. and this is for you mrs. mcGee. and ive got a death wish you see, im not afraid to scream it, im sure the rest of the town would agree. and if you ask me to sing one more song with you i ask you for a cigarette or two. and if youre not happy with the choice you've made, it's easy to take things back. the feather you crushed in your hair, indian giver is the only thing we share. you can add and subtract me, but i'll never be an equal. kiss me on nyquil, that was the prequil. to be continued... this is for you, and encouragement theres life after you've spent all seven lives trying to kill them all. and spent them all trying to give them all. you gave them all away. the boys, they'll never stay. would god answer if i'd pray?

no matches. everything scratches. dad hits you harder. you know moms smarter. porcelain dolls don't cry. but they can burn. and the things you hear, they make your stomache turn. smoking cigarettes. did you think the polluted pond was beautiful? i did too. are you tired? i know youre not but i am. we're all dying. forget me knots. forget me. forgive me. i surrender. i''m sorry.