putting holes in the happiness

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～music～

The sky was blonde like her

it was a day to take the child

Out back and shoot it

I could have buried all my dead up

in her cemetery head

She had dirty word witchcraft

I was in the deep end of her skin

Then it seemed like a one car wreck

but I knew it was a horrid tragedy

Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear

Blow out the candles on all my frankensteins

At least my death wish will come true

You taste like Valentine's and we cry

you're like a birthday

I should have picked the photograph

it lasted longer than you

Putting holes in happiness

We'll paint the future black

if it needs any color

My death sentence is a story

Who'll be digging when

you finally let me die?

The romance of our assassination

If you're Bonnie I'll be your Clyde

But the grass is greener here and

I can see all of your snakes

You wear your ruins well please

run away with me to hell

Blow out the candles on all my frankensteins

At least my death wish will come true

You taste like Valentine's and we cry

you're like a birthday

I should have picked the photograph

It lasted longer than you