i know we dont look good together/the son of jesus christ, pushed prescription xanies/the angels fell from the sky/ cause they were only 3 bucks a piece.
zoloft! cant hear my voice cant reach cant take my / you opened for the flaming lips thats so hot//
im going down~~ but its working in my guts and its doing me good, and I want to do it again// dont think Im wasted, shooting signals in the dark, and if the neighbors dog barks, then u wont be my friend.
Half dark, these kids on molly methylone are so hard. They grind their teeth and dig holes in the back yard. They dont worry about nothing.
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