To The Blue Sky. . .
5.27.2004
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This taste is in my mouth,
"Long and hard and tongue and good."
I'm just hoping for one good controversy
Or maybe a fist fight
I just want to feel my face,
bruised and tender
I just want to taste blood in my mouth
And swallow my teeth
I have a message for you
Clenched here in my fist
My knuckles bursting,
My skin ripping,
My heart beating,
I sometimes wish I could die for you
So that you would feel bad for redeeming my promise
And I really hate your girlfriend, she's a bitch.