She made peace with her demons, so she’s not alone

sound asleep in the back seat on the drive home

Im drunk on ideas of what will kill us faster

eyes firmly fixed on our next disaster

so let me know what curses you wear on your sleeve

and let me know what sickness is the

flavour of the week

Ive got a smile like a broken record

so sing your saddest songs on repeat

 

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