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Sluttering (May 4Th)Flattered that you think I warrant uglinessGutters drain west, mud made a mess of us It's time to leave this place I'd saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits I'd saw through your traps to find a better you A part of you that lasts I saw through your trap and into my own wrists Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue A sight to sore your eyes I got this dress I'm hiking it around this waste of laughter Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping Congratulations to you both, I hope somewhere you're happy If there's a moral to this story then I wish you'd show me Hair in the blood Fly in the disappointment Rubber, I'm glue I'll write the book on you It's sticking to my face You need a little less than what you take for granted This is the sip that's drinking back from you Blacking out your eyes You need a little more suppression of your appetites This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms It's neither sweet, nor bright I got this dress I'm hiking it around this waste of laughter Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping Congratulations to you both, I hope somewhere you're happy If there's a moral to this story then I wish you'd show me I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess I call it "sluttering" it means as little as your little test You are your worst revenge, your very means, they have no ends This is a story you won't tell the kids we'll never have If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough |