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THINGS WILL BE BETTER IN HELL
That thing we live for
It doesn’t exist
That thing we work towards
it never happens
Maybe when we’re dead, we’ll get respect
maybe when we’re dead, we can finally collect
You are the one
who built this hell in my heart
I love you the same
we turned everything off
I’ll keep you to myself
We’re just having fun
We’re not addicted
And it’s just forty bucks
No one could kill themselves on that
cut it in half and let’s save the rest
cut it again then we’ll go to bed
finish it off and then we can go in on another
you are the one
who built this hell in my heart
I love you the same
we turned everything off
I prefer you this way
I love you the same
We pawned everything
and I want a love that’s drained of color
you didn’t know what color was
I want you this way
We shut everyone out
A little world of our own
I want you to stay
We turned everything off
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Bite Down Hard
04:21
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BITE DOWN HARD
Just put one in my head, I want you to
One in my head, I dare you to
Every day, I live for you
Every breath, I draw for you
concerning what we began
I lactate and starve
while you’re still waiting for your moment
we could have anything we want
except a better view
if our lives mean nothing
then why is it so hard for you
just put one in my head, I want you to
One in my head, I beg you to
Every day, another flash of hope
and then…
back to the same old lie
same layer of paint
same look on your face while you undress
like you’re hoping to find something else
same old sow
gun locked in the drawer
its not love but it’s more than we deserve
I’ve been hoping you’d work up the nerve
my sad clown
one in my head, I want you to
one in my head, I dare you to
every day, I live for you
every breath, I draw for you
is there someone here
trapped inside of your head
is it strange I can’t remember ever seeing you look satisfied
underneath
thirty years of restraint
you’ve been milking your contempt
until everything shut down
now my face feels wrong
petrified by quiet hatred
this house feels wrong
sucking both of our lives into it
quietly slowing us down
I could do it myself but I’ll just wait my turn
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