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You wanted to know just what makes me tick
I guess I could say that you and your bullshit
Are pushing me towards an explosion.
I guess you're what drives me
I wish I could ride you
Drive you too fast into a sharp curve
Break your neck like you broke my will
The guardrail will take you home
I guess you get caught up in the day to day drama of being you
To notice me and what's become of my eyes
The vessels are an angry red
Just like the blood from my lips as I chew on them
I keep your picture as a reminder of what I wish I wasn't
It's like a fun house mirror version of myself
Through those fucked up eyes of yours
I wish I could ride you drive you
Too fast into a sharp curve break your neck like you broke my will
The guardrail, the guardrail, the guardrail will take you home
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