To Have and to Hold, to Choke Until Cold

This Is Not My Ideal Way to Spend an Evening, Shacked Up Telling Ghost Stories to the Martyr

Mark My Words Across the Boarder You'll Die... Things Like This Made Me Lock My TV in a Cupboard So It Cant Polute My Mind Anymore

Jacob Denver Said Its Not Alrite, My Friends Cant Breatrh Under Water Like I Can. If I Stay on Shore Much Longer in Gunna Stitch His Insides to a Tree

I Fall in Love to Easily, This Is Leading to a High Death Toll and Me Walking Lonely Roads With No One to Talk to, Maybe One Day Ill Figure Me Out