Oh fuck! Wow!
Stupid Bitch
Friendship without lust
Makes bunnies made of dust
I had loved you once
But bullets in rooms ricochet
Our bones made of luck
But Jesus called our bluff
Now (We're so fucked)
And begging for our own forgiveness
My tables for two
I always have to choose
Always seem to lose
But what's a loss outside the day
When things go from blue
To yellow purple hues
Don't you want to do
What he told you was your endeavor
Purple yellow red skies
And butterflies
And raining knives
Purple yellow red skies
And butterflies
And raining knives
