corners came crumbling
Thursday, March 16, 2006
  rollercoaster
I do wanna kill you


I'd rather cut you than the wedding cake
Your bloody guts on your rented tux


I'll kiss your cold dead lips
And I'll dip my chips
In the blood that drips
And I'll smear the cake right in your face


I told you I love you to death.


pls fucking stop talking about us
 
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