Caught you lookin' at my reflection. This is not the way we procreate.. Give me something else than affection. Swollen suffering fantasy of hate.. You're a pretty face, you should like me. I want to get used by you..
A one, a two, a one, two, three. . Today I sat and smoked myself to cancer. Thinking about the dancer at the bar. Well, how was I to know that a crush could just implode.