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Verse 1:
Blood on my hands I can’t wash away/
Even when/
Rinsing in holy water/
Of my father’s grace/
Years, cheers, tears/
Rushing straight down the drain/
Heart torn to shreds/
Now I’m walking dead/
Running out of sprains/
Toweling off/
With these tribulations/
And troubled states/
Wishing I can get a second chance/
I need a double take/
Lord knows we both deserve nothing/
Short of hell fire/
Pressing deep in you till you expired/
I was a sex hydrant/
For what once was/
Lush garden/
Now an angry orchard/
And i’m using the same candles/
That collected my sins/
To douse the torches/
Wish I prepared earlier/
To go down in flames/
All I ever saw/
Was us going down the aisle/
And coming out the craze/
With matching names/
But it’s too late for the possibilities/
At the point my own parties pity me/
You better takeoff/
Your lifeless eyes are killing me/
Hook:
You better take off/
The countdown is coming/
You better take off/
The loud mouths are running/
You better take off/
From the wreck that I’m becoming/
You better take off now/
You better stay gonnnnnne/
Verse 2:
I’m sitting under this flickering light/
Playing a game of russian roulette/
With a mirror in sight/
And the conscience of a killer/
Throwing glasses at the staircase/
Stain wood with scotch distiller/
Search frantically for oxycontin/
To numb the feelings/
That I thought I buried under my basement/
If you wondering where my day went/
I been tryna plan the perfect murder/
For both you and me/
We can leave this life in truancy/
And the crudest clue is the/
Agatha christie novel filled with lunacy/
And the blood smeared to prove it’s me/
Who pulled the trigger/
And then there were none of those traces/
Of the truth/
Left for the missing person unit/
Like my body straight vanished here/
Clearly i still find it hard to manage here/
All these voices thunder in my head/
I can’t stand to hear/
Sitting down to write myself wrong/
All about you Jane/
Past gone/
But come Sunday Morning/
You’ll see my tears in the rainfall/
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