Use my blood to paint your pretty lips.
Light a cigarette with my ignited heart.
We both knew there was no love to begin with,
So why am I in pain? There was meant to be no harm.

Everything feels so dark and empty,
There was meant to be none of this:
No love, no pain, no feelings.
Some how my feelings stopped listening,
Now darling I feel so dizzy.

Stoners are sitting everywhere, none of them feel or think.
I wish to become one of them, I wish to throw away everything.
Now that my stoner senses are tingling I realize why you don't love
me.
You stayed because there was none of this to begin with,
There was meant to be none of this.

So use my blood to paint your pretty lips,
Comb your hair with my broken bones.
Light a cigarette off my ignited heart,
There was meant to be none of this from the start.
 
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