Wednesday, 8 May 2013

put down the razorblade baby

 place your hands in mine instead (I'll grip them tight so you know they're there)



let the bottle slip through your fingers
spilled cyanide sticky
I'd walk through shattered glass still




don't swallow the pill
Wonderland's just a myth
I'll stay up to sing so you could fall asleep.


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