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I don't wanna pick up the glass

That shattered on the floor

But I'll get slivers in my knees

If that's what you're keepin' me here for



I don't wanna wear the lip gloss

That you poisoned and gave to me

But I guess I'll drink the bottle

If you want me dead that badly



I don't wanna break my bad habbits

The ones that make me, me

But I guess I'll try my hardest

If you want me to be perfect



I just want so badly to be with you

I'd take to being the gum on the bottom of your shoe

I guess I'd do really anything

Even if it was cleaning your sheets the morning after