Feb 23, 2009 15:05
headaches.
its spilling out of my ears and down onto your pretty little ottoman.
you're happy at home, but with me, you're alone, empty, a shallow motherfucker.
"today is for you"
i don't know.
i forgot the way it thumped out of your chest.
begging for an exit wound.
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here's to regrets, love.
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to fuckers.
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