And you'll never know how much I long to be the smoke in your lungs. Killing you softly. I want to buy you for what you're worth and sell you for what you think you're worth. I'd be a fucking millionaire. Poison in your veins, relief in mine. Pull off the tourniquet. The blood's going to rush to neglected limbs. Killing you softly. Put something about choking in here, I've got too much on my mind. My brain is swimming. I didn't think you'd sink this low, but darling, I'm sinking with you. |
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Watch you spin.
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"I want to buy you for what you're worth and sell you for what you think you're worth. I'd be a fucking millionaire."
I love that so much
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