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You lips were always sweet when you said goodbye

But I’ve gotten used to that by now

My legs broken from carrying the broken promises that your lips made

Darling kick me while I’m on the ground

That’s all your ever good for

Saying goodbye always made me sick but I guess your immune to loneliness

Or you better be soon

And baby there’s no need for you to kiss and tell

So lets set course for passing headlights with our destination broken glass,

I’ve always liked the sound of twisted metal and your broken bones

Better than "I love you" rolling off your lips.

This night ends with a symphony of broken glass

And my heart shattered like the fallen street light

And I hope to god he was worth it

I hope to god we was worth you resting in pieces

Wrapped in blood stained sheets in my back seat

I guess Lake Eire always wanted you more than I did

The last time I will ever see your name will be in this headline

Preceding the word “dead”