A record scratch and Steve Miller Band with tattooed necks and tattooed hands. How don't you drown in a rain storm? Fresh regrets and vodka sweats, the sun is down and we're bound to get exhausted and so far from the shore. You're never gonna get it. I'm a hazard to myself! I'll break it to you easy: this is hell! You're looking and whispering. You think I'm someone else. This is hell! It's literal hell.
We don't have to talk. We don't have to dance. We don't have to smile. We don't have to make friends. It's so nice to meet you! Let's never meet again. We don't have to talk. We don't have to dance. Bottles smashed, I raised my hand. How can you all even stand, and why is there joy in this poison? Faking smiles and confidence, driving miles to capture this excitement. I can't take anymore. You're never gonna get it. I'm a hazard to myself! I'll break it to you easy: this is hell! You're looking and whispering. You think I'm someone else. This is hell! I am in hell!
We don't have to talk. We don't have to dance. We don't have to smile. We don't have to make friends. It's so nice to meet you! Let's never meet again. We don't have to talk. We don't have to dance. You're never gonna get it. I'm a hazard to myself! I'll break it to you easy: this is hell! You're looking and whispering. You think I'm someone else. This is hell! It's literal hell.
We don't have to talk. We don't have to dance. We don't have to smile. We don't have to make friends. It's so nice to meet you! Let's never meet again. We don't have to talk. We don't have to dance.
We don't have to talk.
We don't have to dance.
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Short Stories/Song Lyrics
Short StoryThis is mainly full of song lyrics. Sorry. I'm not creative enough to actually make short stories. There are, like, two chapters that are short stories, but that's it. TW: If you're easily disturbed by talk or mention of suicide, some chapters are n...
