Afterlife bedpartners
soulmates grasping for straws
tomorrow's a better day, waste of slurring season
too much time remains
your god has left me here to die
oh lord unsatisfied
am I coming on to fucking strong?
then I'll put your body in a dumpster
choke on my tongue
if you want me too
i don't need this
and i don't need you
you fuck me
feed me to the sharks
it all works out better in the end anyway
see me falling
and you won't catch me
you know I feel it X2
don't forget who you're talking to
mainline Marlboros
the truth comes seething through
I know where I belong and it's not with you
