One Dead Three Wounded

She said, "Your eyes are everything.
" But I'm the best liar you've ever seen.
We are the anti-passion. You're thirty miles away.
We are the anti-passion. Just meet me half way.
And when these bridges burn,
I'll bleed this river dry and walk to you.
My throat will swell before I find therapy.
I point this gun at the only place where you still
exist. Here's the end to every love feelings to paper
and forgotten forever. I waste another song on heartbreak,
but it sells and makes lonely kids cry.
So here's the perfect song to your perfect life; to
live in a prom dress forever with a permanent smile.
Lift the glass, slit the wrist, kill the moment, fuck the