When I Get Home You're So Dead Lyrics

Lyric discussion by black winged angel 

Cover art for When I Get Home You're So Dead lyrics by Mayday Parade

Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips I hope he's leaving you empty, baby This is just a fix for such a simple little whore

^ i use that stanza as a quiet attack on myspace and aim profiles against the girl who's trying to cling to the guy i love. their phrasing is just flipping amazing.