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Your eyes are like a local anesthetic like an ointment used to soothe an
abscessed tooth inside a lions head . 
 I've tried  to pull it by the root but the pain you showed me let's me know
it's absolute  ,
 Well boo hoo, me loving you pushed me to the edge right in to man's ruin .
 Now ye have Abandoned me 1000 Leagues under the sea and no I can't calm down
to get a hold of myself . Maybe I can lie to you and say that'll I will get
some help .  
  
 What a mountain of evidence stacked against me
 Climb it to the top 
 Have a stunning look at my hell 
 bodies are prison cells 
 Made of cells 
 That smell is not plastic burning 
 You just made my heart melt 
 Nobody can clean up this landfill 
 That I call a brain 
 So it just spills 
 40 years of garbage 
 Unfulfilled
 All over people that ever attempted to love me still 
 Thank you 
 Fuck You too 
 Thank you 
 Fuck you too 
 Feed me something 
 that'll make me numb enough one day to promise you 
 A better life Or at least 
 Something better than a fucking fire view  
 Doctor bring me Anesthetics
 For this abscessed tooth 
 I know that time is gonna do what time does 
 And by now baby you should have made your mind up 
 Protect yourself but don't self destruct 
 Don't play with knives if you can't take the blood 
 Sometimes life doesn't add up 
 Baby vvipe your fucking face
 Only real ones aloud around me these days
 Give me some space okay
 This aint the day I'm a fade (hooray)
 Piccolo I'm green skin white sands
 Miss I'm a martian pussy cat scan
 Back hand compliments bloody floor plan (A. A.)
 Functioning alcoholic
 Fog machine breather two seater what you call it A banshee or a black bunny
rabbit matted bike fleet
 Poppin wheelies negligent we might flee
 & if vve do I think follow close behind this Winnebago..  you think I'm
Plato..  I lay low..  Then super say so all the way though
 Pullin this sleigh exempt of gifts
 My life is no longer the pits rather its now the PIT        ...the pit
 I know that time is gonna do what time does 
 And by now baby you should have made your mind up 
 Protect yourself but don't self destruct 
 Don't play with knives if you can't take the blood 
 Sometimes life doesn't add up 
Written by: Julio Francisco Ramos, Michael John Burkett, Michael Sean Martinez, Sam King
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