cover over the martyr
its not you....i just havent been in the mood.
...i just never really cared
...its me
its not you....didnt i tell you that last time?
no more and no less, i really could watch your puberty go away
its me, its me, its me, its always me.
its me.
who did you expect it to be? you?
no, its never you.
you see me wash over these clothes, and naked you surprise me, and set my hair on fire...
you ever smell hair burning?
it fucking stinks. like me and you
...i just never really cared
...its me
its not you....didnt i tell you that last time?
no more and no less, i really could watch your puberty go away
its me, its me, its me, its always me.
its me.
who did you expect it to be? you?
no, its never you.
you see me wash over these clothes, and naked you surprise me, and set my hair on fire...
you ever smell hair burning?
it fucking stinks. like me and you