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Jinx Me Something Crazy...
- Sophie
- Camperdown/Geelong/Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
- Everything will be wonderful someday.
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My Blue Heaven
If the world is ending,i'm throwing the party!
Sad,small,sweet,so delicate...
I found a box of sharp objects,what a beautiful thing<>
A thousand clever lines,unread on clever napkins.
You hollow out my hungry eyes...
I came here to make you dance tonight//
I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intensions.
Sorry you're not a winner!
I know you didn't mean it...
Remember more than you'd like to forget.
I'm stuck in this fucking rut,waiting on a second hand pick me up//
Just forget me,it's that simple...
[Tell me something sweet to get me by]
Manage me,i'm a mess^@&*":[
The red ones make me fly,the blues ones help fall.
This hole you put me in wasn't deep enough:]
Strange maze,what is this place? i hear voices over my shoulder,nothing's making sense at all...
The taste of ink is getting old.
(Maybe it's not my weekend,but it's gonna be my year!)
Thank you for the venom.
I've never told a lie and that makes me a liar...?
I wanna see you're face and know i made it home.
We swing and we sway as this tiny voice in my head says "you're safe child,you are safe."
You can sit beside me when the world comes down:]
You were fake,I was great-nothing personal.
I swim for brighter days,despite the absence of sun...
Every dawn gets it's day like,every frown gets her way like, every step towards the daylight keeps you stumbling on...
I choose the life i've taken,nevermind the friends i'm makin'
It's our time to shine,through the down,glorified by what it ours!
Don't you go changing for me!
Think happy thoughts,think happy thoughts.
I am,i'm ready to be new again,i'm ready to hear you say "who i am is quite enough":]
My young soul has figured out just what life needs to be.
Call this a mask;call me strong,call me a mess;call me wrong
I often wonder just how deep i could sink my teeth into that crease on your arm,the place where all the good times,they go and grow!
Sad,small,sweet,so delicate...
I found a box of sharp objects,what a beautiful thing<>
A thousand clever lines,unread on clever napkins.
You hollow out my hungry eyes...
I came here to make you dance tonight//
I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intensions.
Sorry you're not a winner!
I know you didn't mean it...
Remember more than you'd like to forget.
I'm stuck in this fucking rut,waiting on a second hand pick me up//
Just forget me,it's that simple...
[Tell me something sweet to get me by]
Manage me,i'm a mess^@&*":[
The red ones make me fly,the blues ones help fall.
This hole you put me in wasn't deep enough:]
Strange maze,what is this place? i hear voices over my shoulder,nothing's making sense at all...
The taste of ink is getting old.
(Maybe it's not my weekend,but it's gonna be my year!)
Thank you for the venom.
I've never told a lie and that makes me a liar...?
I wanna see you're face and know i made it home.
We swing and we sway as this tiny voice in my head says "you're safe child,you are safe."
You can sit beside me when the world comes down:]
You were fake,I was great-nothing personal.
I swim for brighter days,despite the absence of sun...
Every dawn gets it's day like,every frown gets her way like, every step towards the daylight keeps you stumbling on...
I choose the life i've taken,nevermind the friends i'm makin'
It's our time to shine,through the down,glorified by what it ours!
Don't you go changing for me!
Think happy thoughts,think happy thoughts.
I am,i'm ready to be new again,i'm ready to hear you say "who i am is quite enough":]
My young soul has figured out just what life needs to be.
Call this a mask;call me strong,call me a mess;call me wrong
I often wonder just how deep i could sink my teeth into that crease on your arm,the place where all the good times,they go and grow!
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