I want to put my hand into your soul and light your heart that's burned into coal.
Because my sweet peach, your nectarine lingers on my lips like a tangerine, and it gets me high like morphine.
Your hell is best in the morning light.
Your sugariness tides over during the long night.
Cinderella found her prince charming, but you're nothing more than alarming.

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Oh yeah, yeah, you've got me shackled in these chains.
You put me on death row that wasn't pardoned quick enough.
Don't you fool me, I've called you're bluff.
This chapter about my heart is what I blame ˜cause of your assinying game.
So, I put your name on hold.
As I try to polish your heart that was gold.
Its briny self swam in my ocean for too long now.
You think you're the emperor unto you I will not bow.
You're prison walls excavated a six-foot hole just for me.
I can't break free; you don't have any courage just like how you don't have any masculinity.
And I lay on your grave; haunting memories of you.
Haziness and rain soak into my essence.
I feel your presence.
Don't make me a grave digger.

Your tequila shot of love is nothing more to get in but a tight spot.
So all aboard the train of hope that's going to crash, your candy is hazardous to swallow.
After the people go home, you're there just to follow me into the hastiness of uncertainty.
Without that Cheshire smile, I'll be quite alright for awhile.
Once you've returned, the spell has come back to settle in like a child.
Your feet better follow the path.
I'm madder than hell ˜cause you keep walking all over me.
You make me sick of all the ranting and raving you do.
Trust me, my spirit will come back and haunt you, likes yours does for me.
Oh, Oh, your so sweet you give me cavities.
They say too much of a good thing could be bad.
They've got to be right, because ya make me so, so, mad.
So when the thunder comes to scare you in the night, I won't be there to hold your hand.
I think you're big enough to be a man.

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Are you ready for the main course? ˜Cause I've got a special for you, ordered fresh off the menu.
I don't think you're ready yet, because it would be cruel to be this kind to you.
Lets hit fast forward through the friendship theme, we're past all that crazy scheme.
The garden of truth is having a dispute: whether the tulips are lying with the wind, or if you're just enthusiastic with sin.
Step away from the poison, I've got my own misery to feed.
My hunger is a blunder to your own selfish needs.
Kissing your battle wounds brings sadness to my lips, I hope it feels like razor blades across yours when you say my name.
You're too vain to love, to please, I'm deity on my knees.
To your mission of salvation I've let you drown.
You deserved it too, because you tricked me into loving you.
Don't tell me these lies.
I know when you give me deceit, ˜cause your mouth smiles but your eyes go dark with fake sweet.
I have a lot of mercy and you just want to curse me.
To hell I scream for you to go, from now I'm flying solo.
Don't ask to come around here no more.
I hope you burn from the crusts core.
Not only am I buried in so deep, but you're also under six-feet.

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I'm digging up the antiquity. The past should stayed buried, but I need to feel the thrill of our eyes meeting again, your eye sockets no longer holding captive of your once beautiful eyes the color of gin.
Let me throw myself into your suffering wounds.
I do not fathom your hidden entrapment of this cocoon.
My ghost likes to scare you; rattling my chains is what I've come to do.
The more I haunt you.
˜Cause I'm laying on your grave; haunting memories of you.
Haziness and rain soak into my essence.
I feel your presence.
I did not underestimate you, only judged too quickly; I am only waiting for redemption too.

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