The sun burnt out and black holes are all he knows
sees her sitting pretty in cafes torn down and shitty
this is how she reminds him of what decay is
it's beauty and it's bliss covered in blood
she tastes of cigarettes and something of her skin is like mud
but he can't say no, he's tried so many times, but yes is a no show
i'd cut a million throats vs. she's sunk so many boats
i've got three words that say you mean this
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