Below the choir below the crypt
Preacher, preaching like a picture
I say yes in a lonely labyrinth
Loving you is a celebration of death
Loving you is a way to feel real
When I feel like I'm fake
These drugs are unhappy amenities
Laughing like a light in my veins
Fucking pussy
Fucking pussy
I live with my head in a daze
Strung out for days
So gay I can't think straight
Playing some kind of bittersweet symphony
Tore apart by love
Below the choir below the crypt
Preacher, preaching like a picture
I say yes in a lonely labyrinth
Loving you is a celebration of death
Loving you is a way to feel real
When I feel like I'm fake
These drugs are unhappy amenities
Laughing like a light in my veins.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2024 14:37
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Comments2
love it
I was gonna say "so gay I can't think straight" but I changed it to "playing some kind of bittersweet symphony" aha! I was listening to The Verve!
i think thats halrious
I kinda liked it. Thought it was quite humorous, but I chickened out. Maybe IF I rewrite it I'll stick to my guts!
Although I couldn't help but be swayed by the verve. It fit perfectly.
it would probably get a few people mad but thats just the world we live in i find it very funny
Strung out for days, so gay I can't think straight. Well, that's my original thought. I stand by it, but fuck do I love the Verve
keep it for later
Fuck it. I added it, haha................................................................................................................
So many drugs. Love is a drug as well and one can become addicted to it. One can get a high from it. As long as one doesn’t abuse it it is a wonderful thing.
Love is the best kind of drug. To be cherished.
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