Its come to this
And i can't come up to you
Flip the tables
And through the windows let the bottles break
And the the blood hit the lawn,
Because im not able to walk the line
Between your wherever and your fucking whens
(i can smell the sin on you)
I'll spill guts to gnaw and slide so sister sleep tight
And since you don't need me you can say i was never here

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