Telephone message
Your voice I kept it
To remind me
You're not going
you walked in and hit me
With a stun gun to
Finished college as an English major. Waiting tables and
These things always come to a head
over a glass of
High noon
Your bullets come
I taste disaster on your tongue
I can’t
Make my way down the hall
Don't know what I will
an endless cycle
start over again
just like a bicycle
you never really
You wanted me to be the bad boy
someone you could
Listen up real close
This time it isn't a joke
This is
We've both driven down this road before
Never satisfied, always want
we were so close to being close
just when i loved
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