verse 1:
cut our wrists and drain our blood
the dining room a nice red rug
use our hair to light the candles on the table
where the dinners stained w/ dust
sew my eyes right unto yours
we're sharing views, we're never bored
kill ourselves at the end of the meal
our favorite song, satan's love was real
chorus:
we don't have to be this fake, but girl you look so damn great
((you look great))
verse 2:
make our house outta skin and bones
the bed we share is a bed of thorns
mark our debt up against the wall
we feel so short and the bills stand tall
drive my car to the nearest lake
we're holding hands while the bubbles break
take a shower soon as we get home
we'll dry right off rolling in the snow
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