Bleeding Hand

Taking Back Sunday - One-Eighty By Summer [NIGHTCORE]

Atop the Trestle

fundoctor im the weatherman and im back again
where i been? overdosed went to rehab relapsed overdosed again
i just fucking love medicine and ill never quit again
dxm oxypoppin monster skywalkin off the molly pop a pilly in the morning not no coffee
when im nodding idc when im sober bitch im not
smoking sherms like breathing air im a molly millionaire

tried to push this shit away but it always comes back
dizzy vision turning gray whatu know about dat?
im just living in a dream in my head i dont care about whats real and im never coming back
never coming back i dont care who it hurts i dont care if it kills me
i dont even know the real me so its fucking fine ill overdose again maybe itll fucking kill me this time

popping whites til im blue and im serious too
if u dont know me get the fuck away from me and even if u know me
get the fuck away from me bitch im not fucking playing
when im tweaking off the benzedrex i get fucking impatient

HELLO

terminal! on my deathbed
warmed up spoonfuls of hospice strings from needle felt silk worms
spewing ropes of rape around my heart-thing
as if to say I'd ever had such a thing

and to a girl who has blood so loud...
I imprint on the thin veil of skin on her pale neck
leaving a puncture wound
I tried so hard to stay with you

(so I guess, if you won't love me
I guess I'll have to love myself!!!
if you won't love me, and no one else will
I'll love myself)

went swimming in the bathtub the day after my birthday
watched the water turn black
vomit burned like hell inside of my nostril
as I failed to self-immolate with tap water

she likes to cut me with spades while I sleep...
so I'll never close my eyes anymore.

I promise myself, I'll make just a few cuts tonight
I promise myself, I'll bleed myself dry tomorrow
I promise myself, that this is worth it
I promise myself, that this is love
how could anybody do this to me and call it love?
how could anybody think that this love?
if you won't love me, I'll guess I'll have to love myself!

Terminal! on My Deathbed (ft. Zodiacs on the wing)

one more game please mom! - As The World Fades

This Level Sucks, Brad Taste Can Suck My Nuts

Don’t Trust Yoshi, He Only Wants You To Commit Tax Fraud

1500 precious gems or 100 grubs with knowledge of atlantis and how to rebuild it

get me out of here

never before has beauty been so deceiving
except in your eyes
"keep on son, don't look back"

maybe it was electric
but it could've just been a rainbow-flavored reverie
walking in a day-glo dreamland together
your love is like a drug
and how i wish it could've just been us
down our dreamland path together

I'm on the fucking edge.

neon glows, as streetlights fade
floating on cloud nine, just to fall. 

Taking Back Sunday - One-Eighty By Summer [NIGHTCORE]

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