LYRIC
I'll cross my t's and gouge your eyes
No need to hold back dear
Wipe away your crimson tears
And whisper softly in my ear
I hope you know I hate you…
… well if these words are my weapons then I'll speak until you bleed…
… I'll sit you down in conversation
We can talk this out like outlaws
With six shooters in our hands
And your head soon buried in the sand
I never realized how you look cuter when you scream…
… I always said you took my breath away but I should of realized you were standing on my chest, your heel held up against my neck like the switchblade in the alley held up against my heart…
… well if we scream any louder
I'll be kissing your casket goodbye…
… well my words are my weapons
(I'll be kissing your casket goodbye)
I'll speak until you bleed
(kissing your casket goodbye)
I'll always hate you now
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