We're both accidents. We're just waiting it to happen. One step after the other. This isn't insanity. We're only here to fill up space and make up for the lack of colour. I take another breath in. You swallowed your ego and lined up to nothing but a sugar-coated insults. Why are you doing this to yourself? I don't like hearing you weep on the phone.
I'd rather a dead-me than a dead-you.
I'd rather a dead-me than a dead-you.
I exhale. Don't you cry. I'll help you when no body else will. We're all bad people but I'm perfectly happy with the way I am. Don't give up on me because you couldn't keep the promise. You say you're trigger happy but I know you only want out. I wasn't lying. I think I'm going to pass out.
[ FM Static - Tonight ]
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