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I’m gonna make damn sure.

You’ve got this new head filled up with smoke.
And I got my veins all tangled close,
To the jukebox bars you frequent.
The safest place to hide.
A long night spent with your most obvious weakness.
You start shaking at the thought.
You are everything I want.
‘Cause you are everything I’m not.

And we lay, we lay together just not,
Too close, too close. (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not,
Too close, too close.

I just wanna break you down so badly.
Well I trip over everything you say.
I just wanna break you down so badly.
In the worst way.

My inarticulate store bought hangover hobby kit.
It talks (Ta-a-alks), it says, “You, oh, you are so cool.”
Scissor shaped across the bed, you are red, violent red.
You hollow out my hungry eyes.
You hollow out my hungry eyes.

And we lay, we lay together just not,
Too close, too close. (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not,
Too close, too close.

I just wanna break you down so badly.
Well I trip over everything you say.
Well I just wanna break you down so badly.
In the worst way.

I just wanna break you down so badly.
Well I trip over everything you say.
I just wanna break you down so badly.
In the worst way. (Worst way.)

I’m gonna make damn sure that you can’t ever leave.
No, you won’t ever get too far from me.
You won’t ever get too far from me.
I’ll make damn sure that you can’t ever leave.
No, you won’t ever get too far from me.
You won’t ever get too far from me.
You won’t ever get too far from me. (Ever get too far…)
You won’t ever get too far…

I just wanna break you down so badly.
Well I trip over everything you say.
Well I just wanna break you down so badly.
In the worst way. (Worst way.)

I’m gonna make damn sure.
I just wanna break you down so badly.
I just wanna break you down so badly. (Damn sure.)
In the worst way. (Worst way.)

I’m not capable of being THAT vengeful. But the song makes me feel stronger.

And to end this morning’s post:

“If you’re always so protected that you can’t be hurt, then you’ll limit the experiences you’re going to have. That’s what’s sad to me- a life that is pain-free”

– TeenVogue April 2009

So i guess, I’m thankful for all the fucked up experiences i’ve been through. It reminds me that I’m normal.

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