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"you know you look an angel when you're sleeping."
"I know you're not going to spend your whole birthday in the shower, go pack up the car."
"Looks it's gonna rain."
"Nah, worry about it."

1:
it's only sprinkling, i her nothing is ruined,
we playing the plate game, I'm lovin' what she keep doin' to my inner thigh,
rockin' the diamond earrings i gave her, she's smiling, angelic
all her friends secretly her beauty.
she knows she got it, got me she want me all erotic,
next to her hand the K is a hole in my pocket.
I pull it over, get her a I'm half gone,
hit the bathroom, stick the key in the jar to turn it on.
look in the mirror, throw some on my face I'm snotty,
thinkin' a things i'm to do to my girls body.
the rain is picking up now, my eyes are of lazy, the sky is hazy, she's like you look pale, i said she was crazy.
push the pedal to the mat, hydroplane, corrected it fast,
then slowed down the car crash.
she put her head on my shoulder, said she was gettin' a sleepy,
don't worry baby minutes from heaven.

Snap out of this Cage, snap out of this. It's just a girl, it's just the that sucked the life from you.

2:
I picked my face up with in it,
remember the last minute,
glove box - my girls mashed in it.
I called her name out but she respond,
pulled her shoulder back touched her arm - her entire face is gone.
I see her breathing, I'm pleading with Jesus, her lifeless,
leave her like this, reach for the birthday balloon of nitrous.
I'm trying to dial for help with hands I feel,
in the drivers seat, my broken ribs - grippin' the steering wheel.
she squeeze my hand and let go, I shoulda sitting shotty,
and the wouldn't still be pouring all over the angels body
i'm to crawl back in the K hole, to get out of the car,
but the K climb out of my nose and back in tha jar.
this isn't her i tell myself, at least happy.
where she is her soul inside lookin' at me.
i pump my fist to out to catch her and let the worms play,
tell her i'm sorry i gave her for her birthday.