So as my fingers curl, I move my lips just so you won't have to
Damn it you clever girl
never quite the same, the black and white summer with photographs that showed our rails and razor blades--i think it cured my pain again and again and again. just like those pills and your cigarette. so this i swear i know it's not the chemicals you are off my mind i finally got away. so as you walk to the door and yell: "i'm never coming back" (it's over we are still nothing)