Sitting here on the edge of my summer, a pube stuck in my throat
Wondering, where did I go wrong? Where did I go?
This little summer that could
Force me to find all my things
To empty all these boxes
To vomit, and vomit, and vomit
We get strange, so damn strange.
Hearts are breaking, birthday cakes baking
We're waking up in lucid dreams
Covered in half and half
Cream
Everywhere we look is blood and coffee
It's a nightmare, a day of terror, a true love story
Regret, bad taste, stained jeans
Burnt bridges, bored bitches, we're all fading
Clapping our hands and trying to break the pace of this pulsing headache...
Where the fuck did I go?
I'm crawling back in the closet... close your legs.
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