Love me Love me not
Love like broken dishes
Tossed against the wall in passion
Hate like creeping
Hands against the back of my neck
You like a snake oil salesman
Offering a cure for all that ails me
Me like a hurricane
There is always a clam before the storm
My mind is catch all for everything I fear
Do better, stand up straighter, and reach higher so the fall
will kill you
Be a lady, be graceful cause it’s easier to cry for you when
you’re beautiful
He’s a gentleman caller with big fists and empty pockets and
girl he’s gonna knock you down
You will never be ready for it
He is a needle in your arm you’re gonna love him when your high
but he will tear your life apart
You’re gonna cry when you wake up and realize all of this
And in your weakest moment
A shadow standing in the background moves closer and for
once in your life you see clearly and you know this is love.
In the end you will find what you need , but it will kill
you anyways.
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