Hand rolled cigs
This music is ****
My red lips
You're pure grit
Grind it out
In the ash
Pick off
Another lash
Flick your eye
Before you go
Grab my hand
And let me know

I sat down in the shower
It was only a moment, but it felt like an hour
The rain poured down my back
My body was consumed by a panic attack
The water mixed in with the tears that I wept
Overwhelming me from all of the secrets I kept
My sobs a cacophony with the pitter patter of drops
Little black ink stains from my eyes turned to spots
Splattering onto my ankles and my pale clenching hands
I slowly drained away, no longer solid, just sand
A fragile little thing in that shower, I was
Stripped away and torn up, never really
                      
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oh i’ve cried a million tears for you
til i can’t breathe and my lips are turning blue
and now i sit here wondering what i’m supposed to do
cause i lost it all, i lost it all, but mostly i lost you

i cry myself to sleep each night in bed
cause i can’t get your face out of my head
i lay here singing to myself and wishing i were dead
cause i lost it all, i lost it all, but mostly my best friend

where do i go, cause you know i don’t know
how to be by myself
please tell me what went wrong, i don’t wanna write this song
i wasn’t ready for this

i know that you were never really mine
but i hoped that things would fall in place with time
and now i’m lying through my teeth each time i say i’m fine
cause i lost it all, i lost it all, but mostly lost my mind

i wish we could go back to how things were
and how it was when i felt like your girl
and how i thought back then that you could love me, i was sure
now i lost it all, i lost it all, but mostly my whole world

i’ll drink to your health, cause i can’t help myself
i don’t want no one else
i’ll wait for days that will never be, until the day you turn to me
but i’ll be happy if you’re well

i hope someday you realize that it’s true
how wonderful you are, the good you do
and if i never hold your hand again that’s okay too
but i loved it all, i loved it all, but mostly i loved you

Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this

Chestnuts roasting by an open fire
Stories gather round to tell
I almost sat too close to it
And roasted mine as well

Away in a manger
No crib for a bed
All the nice hay
Smells of ***** instead

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide gay
But if Santa's eyeing up your chimney
Send him on his way

I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas
With every panic out of sight
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be just right