Sick of feeling empty inside, meaningless one night stands.
The fucking bane of my life.
Not enough bleach in the world to wash the sins from my hands.
So, what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say?
I blame you for making me this way, a fucking heartless carnivore through and through.
I’m on the verge of fleeing (and I’m not coming back.)
My suitcase of guilt is fucking packed.
These things that get me down.
Slip it in, pull it back out.
Take off your clothes, feel the breeze.
Choke on a dick, die on your knees.
Disembarkation of this relation.
A pick me up that’s pulling me down.
But you’re on all fours on the ground.
I’m on the verge of fleeing (and I’m not coming back.)
My suitcase of guilt is fucking packed.
These things that get me down.
Slip it in, pull it back out.
Take off your clothes, feel the breeze.
Choke on a dick, die on your knees.
Spittin’ Teeth.
Choke on a dick, die on your knees.
Choke on a dick. Fuck.
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