She’s got her hand in between her thighs, a cocked gun
She’s just waiting for him to come undone
She is perfumed by the scent of another man
She’s seeing how much he can stand
Eventually he should break, it’s too much shit for one to take
The beating of her heat in between moans, tragically they scream alone.

The bride is wearing tie-dye, they say it fits better.
The groom is wearing shame; it’s his to the letter.
The flower girl is carrying a bouquet of condoms
The ring bearer wishes he would of just worn one.

One pair of her lips leaks out lies, a snake tongue in their parting
She hisses out fables and his eyes just go darting.
“I’ll love you forever, you drove me so far away.”
You’ll be amazed by the types of things that girl can say.
Out of her other lips leak out a gruesome show of a sexual peak
Down her thigh it spills a show of her lies, a reminder of her thrills.

She fucked more people then even the economy
Mad a toy out of him and a mockery of monotony
He keeps his head, can’t see the shit he stepped in
If you’d just pay attention I’d show you who wins.

She kisses him for a moment, hands behind his neck
She shows so much passion for a single peck
He apologizes to her for coming undone
In between her legs is a loaded gun
He looks to all of his mistakes, I cry when I see good men break.
She is wearing nothing but a smile, goes well with legs for miles.


** I don't know if fractured love fits..
 
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