Don’t Hug Me-I’m Scared You’ll Leave.

Cigarettes are some fucking gas holy fucking shit I fucking love cigarettes

Let’s go
Yeah
Walking down the stairs are creaking
We could never make our sly escape
Our shoes will turn their backs on us
Our clothes won’t stand our embrace

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You will not be waiting outside anymore
I will come to get you soon
Feel the heat coming through the walls next door
And let go of the armrest

I can’t wait to get lost in the music
All my life I have wanted to do this
Find a point on a line I can’t loose it
Heart that will suck on your eyes and then chew them

I accidentally stumbled
I threw up all over your room
It took a month to clean it
And yet somehow we’re still cool

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My pillows smell like you
And so do half my jackets
But I don’t often notice
And I don’t know who wrote this