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domingo, 29 de agosto de 2010

Kill the lights.
These children learn from cigarette burns
fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks. 
~ It feels right

jueves, 24 de junio de 2010

He won’t ever get enough
Once he get's a little touch -




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viernes, 14 de mayo de 2010

Black smoking with the tights underneath. I've got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth; and he's an actor but he ain't got no need. He's got moNey from his parents in a trust fund back east. Tongues always pressed to your cheeks, while my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's theet. Tell your girlfriend, if she says she's got beef, that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fuCking scared of her. He wants to touch me, he wants to love me, he'll never leave me. Don't trust a ho; never trust a ho, won't trust a ho, DON'T TRUST ME.
X's on the back of your hands, wash tHem in the bathroom tO drink like the bands. And the set list you stole off the stage has red and purpLe lipstick all over the page. Bruises cover your arms, shaking in the Fingers, with the bottle in your palm. And the best is, no one knows who you areJust another girl, alone at the bAr.

He wants to touch me, He wants to love me, he'll never leave me. Don't trust a hoNever trust a ho, Won't trust a ho, Don't truSt me.