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aesthetic
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VERSE
Pistol whipped,
This feels like shit.
But I'll find a better way,
To deal with this.
I'll call shotgun,
You call the doctor.
Cause be even more fucked up,
Once this is over.
PRECHORUS
And you'll find a way,
To bleed me out all over the couch.
And you'll find a way,
To wring me out from your mouth.
CHORUS
Cause I think I've seen the light,
At the end of the tunnel,
Just point and shoot,
That's all you have to do.
You already broke,
My goddamn heart.
So what's another hole,
Are you ready to start?
VERSE
Ill get Gut checked,
Fling me from the wreckage,
Covered in an excess,
Of bandages.
You bring the shotgun,
Fuck the doctor.
Cause I'm already too fucked up,
Just waiting for this to be over.
PRECHORUS
And you'll find a way,
To bleed me out over the pavement.
And you'll find a way,
To wring me out through your statements.
CHORUS
Cause I think I've seen the light,
At the end of the tunnel,
Just point and shoot,
That's all you have to do.
You already broke,
My goddamn heart.
So what's another hole,
Are you ready to start?
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