God Forgive Me

 

Implosion.  Explosion.

You fucking decide.

Pull that trigger in my brain and watch how things collide.

 

My heart’s songs a little croaky,

And my feet are always cold,

I should’ve taken a shower,

But my mix tapes on reload,

I mean replay.

I mean replay.

I mean replay.

 

Everything’s on fucking replay.

 

God, forgive me. Make it stop.

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