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December 6, 2006
I have this funny game I play
To keep from calling you
Called “cut my leg with a razor blade”
Until the blood soaks through… the pain.

I guess you could say I’m still in love
Who the fuck are you?
Don’t take much to hold a grudge
Like dancing with the flu

And I keep thinking I should say something
But I’ve nothing more to say
Pacts with Satan feel like waiting
Just ran out today

“Call me anytime”, she said
Interrupt another fuck
My friendships subtle as a whore
Getting hit by a truck