I don't care. No one reads these things anyway.

Jun 18, 2006 14:25

And you say that I hurt you
In a voice like a prayer.
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer. 
Yeah..well maybe I hurt you sometimes,

But let's contrast and compare.

Lift up your shirt. 
The wound isn't there.

I guess that your kind of truth
is just the ghost of your lies. 
I guess your kind of truth
is just the ghost of your lies. 
Yeah, your kind of truth, darling,
is just the ghost of your lies.

I see through them all the time.

So I'm pouring some whiskey. I'm gonna get drunk. 
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey. 
I'm going to get really fucking drunk.

I'm pouring some whiskey right now. 
I'm going to get so, so drunk that I pass out,
Forget your face, by the time I wake up.
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