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Passed out in your
My were soaking in the morning rain
My just a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a drone
All my limbs are

I've been driving past house
Been at your door
I I'm just a peon to you
But I deserve
arrogance

My are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
And the dew... kissed them

Drunk on Day
pennies at the broken birds
Scribbling on napkins
A of broken angel wings under your bed
My

Stumbled over to your
I'll in the back door
I I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
The argument, the
Well, I've it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent
And my hour is
I can't afford it time
I afford this time
I afford this time
I can't it...

The hour has for retribution
I'm storming the down
I'm storming the down
The has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls
I'm the walls down
Before night's done, the wounds will be gone
I'm storming the walls
I'm storming the walls

The Dirt of the
Less talk, dancing
If we could push off the sick conversation one more
I would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the
Have I your gown?
There's on your gown, like sangria
Cleanses the
Our hearts are choking on the grime
As the big waltzes on
Your stranded whisper...

"The is out.
I can smell her on velvet hands."
The is out --
are we stuck in the again?

Oh, but was it
In the
Sangria, you bless
The starving
Such virgin
Would on all this grime
I've found some under my nails
I'll and bite until...

The is out
but sangria burns under my
The is out --
I thought I'd never wash these again

my skin....