Razorblades & fingertips
why do we always insist on this?
A touch of pain for a bit of bliss
oh how I love your metallic kiss.

They say we're all sick in the head;
not alive but not quite dead.
We spend all day stuck in our beds
too scared to move a step ahead.

It didn't used to be this way;
too tired to sleep except in the day
We're standing still to run away.
Tell me again how it'll be okay
Tell me again how I'll be okay.

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Razorblades & Fingertips
why does it always end up like this
and all that remains are your lipstick stains
and a note that fails to explain.

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