Three Chord Valentine

She said she liked the way I kissed

So cutting edge I slit my wrists

I need to vomit disappear

and kill those monsters in my mirror

Out classed by losers second place

Before I fell flat on my face

So sick of dreaming, wake me up

and do your worst to shut me up

I'm resistant to your insistance

I can hear you off in the distance

Telling me the end is coming soon

Too addicted to breathe without it

Too embarrassed to talk about it

I'll kiss you off and try to leave

without you following me

This punctured pallet pains me red

Disturbed and angered dead instead

Just lift your lips and leave me lost

A pale cold corpse collecting moss

These echoes count your hours down

With pulse precision safe and sound

So apropos and no one cares

An empty room with empty chairs

I'm resistant to your insistance

I can hear you off in the distance

Telling me the end is coming soon

Too addicted to breathe without it

Too embarrassed to talk about it

I'll kiss you off and try to leave

without you following me

So you can take your dress code

And your elitist looks on life

boil them up in a fucking syringe

and shoot it right in your fucking neck