5 years ago
...But If She Fucks Him I'll Kill Myself
Lyrics
A hairline fracture at the base of my paper work
Some 'Hitchcock Blonde' reviews my mortal credentials
Arrange my urges, an amalgam of best to worst
Love me like a product and fill my potential
I've got potential
Sacreligious but aesthetically pleased
Let's split the difference on a cocktail of bad drugs
Ancient tales told to schoolyard freaks
Disclose the maestro as a lowlife with bad blood
Mislead melancholia
This is the view from my window
Deep breath sanitoria
I got stuck on tragedy boys
I got stuck on tragedy girls
I led a pervert to my permanent teeth
A motor cortex that just learns the hard way
I press my luck and bring the crowd to their feet
Oh Maria... you've been looking in the wrong place
I fell for suicide boys
I fell for suicide girls
Got stuck on tragedy boys
Got stuck on tragedy girls
I fell for suicide boys
I fell for suicide girls
Writer(s): Alex Fruch
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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