I admit
it What's to say I'll relive
it without pain
Back
street lover on the side of the
road I got a bomb in my temple
that is gonna explode I got a sixteen
gauge buried under my clothes, I
play
Once
upon a time I could control myself
Oh, once upon a time I could lose
myself
Oh, try
and mimic what's insane I am in
it Where do I stand
Indian
summer and I hate the heat I got
a back street lover on the passenger
seat I got my hand in my pocket
so determined, discreet, I pray
You think
I got my eyes closed But I've been
looking at you the whole fucking
time
Once
upon a time I could love myself
Once upon a time I could love you |
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