She's got a cigarette
Between both teeth
The way we met
Not so unique
On the internet
We make up things
A different story
Every person we see
I don't know when I fell
She doesn't know as well
On a beautiful Sunday
We're laying in sun rays
She's wearing my beat-up jean jacket so damn well
One swipe of a finger
She leaves and I linger
She's killing me with desire for someone else
Oh, these girls that make me wanna die
Oh, these girls that make me wanna die
I'm writing poems and
They're all online
Under a different name
Nothing like mine
I tried to tell her once
On a drunken night
But it came out all fucked
Like a bad pick up line
I don't know when I fell
She doesn't know as well
On a beautiful Sunday
We're laying in sun rays
She's wearing my beat-up jean jacket so damn well
One swipe of a finger
She leaves and I linger
She's killing me with desire for someone else
Oh, these girls that make me wanna die
Oh, these girls that make me wanna die
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