are you still shaking on to all the dead weight from your bed, love?




NEW LOVE GROWS ON TREES.
are you still talking to, all of those dead filmstars
like you used to
and are you still thinking of, all of those pretty rhymes and perfet crimes
like you used to

if you're still alive when you're 25, shall I kill you like you asked me to?
if you're still alive when you're 25, shall I kill you how you told me to?
but I really don't want to...

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