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As I Lay Sniping
03:02
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Don't worry, this kind of thing happens all the time,
falling out of love is not a crime,
she's not the person that you thought she'd be,
so you bought a burner and called me,
quick and painless problem solver,
no manhunt, no helicopter,
no trail back to your good name,
just a one-way ticket back to from where she came,
but there's one problem with this target, if I don't break this contract i'll be broken hearted, I knew I was in love when I first got an eyeful,
down the barrel of my sniper rifle,
I don't wanna take her out, I just wanna take her home,
(you) didn't have to put a hit on her, I would've hit on her on my own,
I can't be on her mind if I blow it out of her skull,
I must be too late cuz she's already an angel
but there's one problem with this target, if I don't break this contract i'll be broken hearted, I knew I was in love when I first got an eyeful,
down the barrel of my sniper rifle,
I don't wanna take her out, I just wanna take her home,
(you) didn't have to put a hit on her, I would've hit on her on my own,
I can't be on her mind if I blow it out of her skull,
I must be too late cuz she's already an angel
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He drew a pentagram in a bathroom stall next to a telephone number,
"if there was a god why would he let us suffer?"
on the off chance one should happen to exist he must be some kind of mother fucking masochist,
getting his rocks off on how delicate we are,
and fragile, I've never seen anything made so fragile,
we just can't handle it all,
sit around and think too long, never good for anyone,
cuz I don't wanna fail you like a firing pin with barrel buried beautifully beneath your chin,
you've gotta see the dark to let the light back in, you know you've gotta see the dark to let the light back in,
she picked her baby's name from a bathroom stall,
written by a telephone number,
now she's wondering why she ever let that asshole fuck her,
I guess it made more sense 9 months ago,
he used to mumble that he loved her on the telephone,
at least she doesn't have to cry herself to sleep alone tonight,
she's fragile, I've never seen anyone made so fragile,
she just can't handle it all,
sit around and think too long, never good for anyone,
cuz I don't wanna fail you like a firing pin with barrel buried beautifully beneath your chin,
you've gotta see the dark to let the light back in, you know you've gotta see the dark to let the light back in,
he blew his brains out, saying fuck it all,
i'll die as I lived, a number,
but he left no note just a final post,
on a now inactive tumblr
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I hope you drink yourself to death, or at least smoke yourself retarded,
i hope you get in a car accident,
so the next time you see my face, forgot all but the slightest trace,
of how fucked up shit got last time, hating myself is my favorite pastime,
sometimes i feel like an 8th grade guidance counselor,
at a school where a shooting just occurred,
there's nothing i can say or do, there's nothing i could say to you,
everything is fucked and probably will be forever,
you'll still have to walk home without your best friend,
you'll never sleep soundly again,
well it's no surprise to me, i am my own worst enemy,
cuz every now and then i wanna blow my fucking brains out,
can we forget about the things i said when you weren't listening,
i just need a place in the sun to bleach these fucking stains out,
well it's no surprise to me, i am my own worst enemy,
cuz every now and then i wanna blow my fucking brains out,
can we forget about the things i said when you weren't listening,
i just need a place in the sun to rot until it fades out,
i hope you drink yourself to death, or at least smoke yourself retarded,
i hope you get in a car accident
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i wanna be a bum, i wanna beg for change,
live on the street, sleep in the rain,
and when the cops come fuck with me,
at least i'll have someone to talk to in my sleep,
i love how it feels like I'm almost home,
even when I've got no place to go (x2)
i wanna be a bum, score meals for free,
get a little drunk, get a little HIV,
I never shave, so that stays the same,
"get the fuck away from me" is my nickname,
i love how it feels like I'm almost home,
even when I've got no place to go (x2)
i wanna be a bum, i wanna suck some dicks,
underneath an overpass for my next fix,
i love how it feels like I'm almost home,
even when I've got no place to go (x2)
don't you wanna feel like you're almost home? (x4)
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