SnowyRooftops - Frappe with a clown

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Pottery shards litter my ground
Forgotten parts I am your blood hound
Feel like a mix of love and hate
My brain predicts the sound of your mouth

Mom jeans are cutting off my circulation
Hope this is how it ends
Can't tell if this is a new location
Stuck in my bathroom with the bends

So can you tell me how
To untie this noose
From my ceiling fan
My head is coming loose
My bodys hitting shelves
Can't tell what's up and down
Feel blood come out my mouth
Don't know if I'll get out of
This alive
So can you save my life
This time

Broken fingers at the track meet
I fell to hard when I saw her face
Blood dripping down to the concrete
Might have broken my nose too
Skateboards will be my one damnation
As I fall down to the ground
Hold back my tears like a new temptation
As I drink frappe with a clown

Oh I can't feel it anymore
My brain's run out the door
Just like my friends from the past
Let's try to make this last

I won't give up on you
I won't give up on you
I won't give up on you
Please don't give up on me

Oh God you're embarrassing
Oh God you are lonely
Oh God you're embarrassing
Oh God you're so lonely

So can you tell me how
To untie this noose
From my ceiling fan
My head is coming loose
My bodys hitting shelves
Can't tell what's up and down
Feel blood come out my mouth
Don't know if I'll get out of
This alive
So can you save my life
This time
 
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