Jul 23, 2004 19:27
Loop, Swoop, and Pull To Make Knots
So why not just throw you back to the fires of your bed,
the one lit by a "match" that struck against your skin.
I hope he struck you as charming.
I'm roping up the noose come morning.
I'm your "number one support" and
you're my sarcastic girl of lies.
Oh, I love you alright! Ha...
Love to see you fight the rope,
the loss of breath and the burning throat.
So try not to throw the blame back to your head,
the one that fakely asked "What was I thinking?"
I hope you choke until evening,
We hang the nooses come morning.
And so I guess this is the end of playing fair, agreed?
You tear my heart and I'll get your lungs.
We'll go at eachother until neither side stands.
I'm your "number one support" and
you're my sarcastic girl of lies.
Oh, I love you alright! Ha...
Love to see you fight the rope,
the loss of breath and the burning throat.