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murder on your selves,peace in my arms
i wish i was your favourite crime. crimson blue sky, bullet through my head.one heart broken,another lover dead.
looking at me like a puzzle, do i look real? freckled face blood dripping down my eyes, your pretty little baby dead and dried.
would feel your breath down my throat.running the keys down my arms, will you now drag me through the snow into the back of your truck and cover me with the black sheet like you also did to her?
i believe it doesn't hurt my heart pains knowing i am just another failed body many more to die.
kissed my dried lips, my ache was felt.
simply pulled my body over the snow,i was still breathing you know?i would tell you cried that you wished all this was a lie, honey.
I WAS YOUR FAVOURITE CRIME WEREN'T I?
- inspired by olivia rodrigo's “favourite crime” and series “good morning, veronica”
