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Are you ready for another bad poem? One more off key anthem? Let your teeth sink in, remember me as I was, not as I am.
And I said, I'll check in tomorrow, if I don't wake up dead. I kept wishin' she had blonde ambition and she let it go to my head.
I'm about to make your sweat roll backwards and your heart beat in reverse. Our guts can't be reworked, as alone as a little white church in the middle of the desert gettin' burned.
But I'll take your heart served up two ways, I sing a bitter song, I'm the lonelier version of you, I just don't know where it went wrong.
She's sick and she's wrong, she's young dirty blonde
And you sink inside her like a suicide bomb.
He says, I've seen bigger, she says, I've lit better
and they throw the matches down into the glitter.
Not a dry eye left in the house...
...go boy, go boy, run for your life.