you burn the candle from both ends
living life as a mover and shaker
im just living life as a b-side
a chaser to all your late nights
(tete a tete with the 6s and 7s)
im calling for pistols at dawn
even though im not worth the bullet you scratched my name into
even though im not worth the blood, sweat and tears you put into
hunting me down
better bring yr silver bullets because im such an animal
if i told you my insides were neon would rip me open and keep them
even if it killed me?
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