I Still Miss My Ex-Girlfriend- But My Aim Is Improving

Tragedy

Words bitten by the frost of your heart send love

Smudged lipstick looks like blood

Looks like blood

Blood

Sweat that thought into a plastic cup then dry your eyes of me

I'm scrubbing each and every one of those ridiculous ideas

You're just another set of

Fake

Eyelashes and pair of splendid perky tits

Death frowns a dagger toward her

Ot scowls a bullet directly her way

Death finds a way

Death will taint our days

Shoot your thoughts into a mouldy tissue box and wipe your thigh 'til clean

I'm washing away every trace of the scum in this insidious reverie

The only difference between azure and pink

All depends on the pressure of your lethal f**king grip

Get a grip Tragedy has no reason

No purpose in my life

No reason

No tragedy has no f**king reason in out lives

None Tragedy has no f**king reason in our lives

It will never have any purpose here in our lives