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HE KISSES WITH BLOODY TEETH
LIP CURLED OVER CROOKED CANINES
HE LOVES MEAN, COLD LIKE THE ARCTIC
ROUGH LIKE THE ROCKS AT THE BOTTOM
AND THAT'S GROSS UNLESS YOU'RE INTO IT
AND THAT'S MY HEART, BROKEN IN TWO IT JUST WOULDN'T STAY TOGETHER

HE SLEEPS AT NIGHT, CLOSED WIDE EYES
WATER IN THE SKIES, RAIN DOWN WHITE LIES AND BAD GUYS
LET THE WORLD SWALLOW US WHOLE
LET US LIVE FOREVER UNDER A SUBTERRANEAN SUN

HE NEVER CRIES AND HE NEVER DIES
AND HE DOESN'T CARE BECAUSE HE DOESN'T HAVE TO
BECAUSE THIS WAS ALL MY DOING
IT WAS A BAD CHOICE ON MY PART TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM

I KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN
I WAS WRONG
I AM THE ONE AT FAULT HERE

IT WAS A BAD CHOICE TO FALL ALONE EXPECTING TO BE CAUGHT BY SOMEONE I DIDN'T KNOW

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