brand new kicks your butt
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful.
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Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire.
But it's nothing new.
I've been piecing it together
and it's got something to do with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat.
Every stupid melody to every stupid song.
And every stupid word that ever body's hanging on.
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick. So call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.
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It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off at home on a Saturday night
with all my doors locked up tight.
I won't be thinking about you baby.
You call me on the phone, and you don't even want to talk.
You're staring at me from across the room then turn your back when I walk up.
We got inches away, and I never even got close.
So leave your lipstick at home.
Don't pick up the phone.
Don't bother to look in my direction.
I should have seen it all along.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful.
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Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire.
But it's nothing new.
I've been piecing it together
and it's got something to do with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat.
Every stupid melody to every stupid song.
And every stupid word that ever body's hanging on.
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick. So call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.
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It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off at home on a Saturday night
with all my doors locked up tight.
I won't be thinking about you baby.
You call me on the phone, and you don't even want to talk.
You're staring at me from across the room then turn your back when I walk up.
We got inches away, and I never even got close.
So leave your lipstick at home.
Don't pick up the phone.
Don't bother to look in my direction.
I should have seen it all along.