Song Title Poetrymature
Like it or not, it doesn't have to be beautiful.
I think ur a contra -- the sweetest thing.
We throw parties, you throw knives:
Are you satisfied? Frenchy, I'm faking.
So glad to see you; I've got your number.
Dreams of dreams, nothing's wrong.
Come Saturday, *$%%ty weekend,
New York I love you, it won't be long.
Tell me what you want; tell me what it's worth.
History sticks to your feet.
Dig your grave; find your power animal,
Love is a place, trust me.
Sorry about the doom. Maybe you could owe me,
Try it again -- IOU.
On a slow night, summer mood,
Why did you stay? Goodbye, I love you.
Christmas, thanks for nothing.
We can never be friends.
Life is life, old joy gone;
Run the heart, run:
No love lost, all to !!!$, clunk-rewind --
The End.
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