FIRE
Time runs on batteries, minds run with wolves,
cigarettes taste good, flaming red hot fire.
Lock the doors, hide your kids,
smoke up some weed, set me on fire.
Santa Claus is gone
my parents were wrong
he's just a man
with no meaning.
a clown i am
gimme a laugh
pull my strings
eat me out
Hitler, Manson, Simpson, me,
we all kill, why can't you see?
They may kill with guns and knives,
we may not, but we still take lives.
A word, a weapon, it doesn't matter,
the pigs are coming, we all must scatter.
Take a break, take a pause,
who still belives in Santa Claus?
A killer in me, a killer in you,
when I die, I will then start anew.
explore your body with calced fingers,
touching unknown parts wondering.
do you remember me and my smile,
the way my lips felt on yours,
tasting the pack of cigarettes i just smoked,
your tongue in my mouth, rough yet smooth,
my breasts in your hands, cupped,
our bodies together as one,
do you remember how you hurt me?
J.B. - too short
Todd - too far away
Chris - too horny
Walker - too unbelievable
Celestine - too weird
Ben - too immature
Candace - too flirty
Laura - too fake
Tim - too painful
Chikun - too hard to deal with
Abby - too needy and obnoxious
Ash - too perfect
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