The train wreck that was my life
has finally been salvaged
and placed back onto the track
and then slammed back into the biggest wall you can imagine
somebody sits in the back of my mind
on a squeaky little chair
flicking playing cards onto the floor
she might be hot but she's burning down my door
in three years you'll be happily married
to the one I love
living every day the same
living every day the same
living every day the same
they'll be the best days you ever had
the best days you ever had
it's not in my nature
to say that I'm in love
it's not in my nature
to be made a fool of
someone has been watching me for one hundred years
I've seen her out of the corner of my eyes flicking back her hair
I'm sat on this squeaky little chair waiting for you
whenever I look at my hands I can see my veins and the blood pulsating through
in three years I'll by lying murdered
in a shallow grave
maggots french kissing my lips
maggots french kissing my lips
maggots french kissing my lips
will be the best kiss I ever had
the best kiss I ever had
crawling through my body
crawling through my legs
crawling through the knife wound
CRAWLING THROUGH MY HEAD.
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