This bed is on fire.

This bed is on fire With passionate love The neighbors complain about the noises above But she only comes when she's on top My therapist said not to see you no more She said you're like a disease without any cure She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no Ah, you think you're so pretty Caught your hand inside a till Slammed your fingers in the door Fought with kitchen knives and skewers Dressed me up in women's clothes Messed around with gender roles Dye my eyes and call me pretty Moved out of the house, so you moved next door I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone You're driving me crazy, when are you coming home

 Måste fa ner på stan och köpa nya teckisar och ett fodral till mina skidor. Dock har min mamma farit till stugan så jag har inga pengar höhö. Imorgon åker jag hem iallafall. Inte speciellt taggad är jag kan jag ju säga. usch skolan börjar på måndag dessutom.


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