but the story doesnt end here, you know
I've still got teeth and eyes
and thighs
I've even got a heart. Promise.
You make me wanna shoot guns and pick
peaches and set things on fire.
Pretend that I'm not dying.
But who am I kidding?
I've been dying for years.
Dying for you, I would.
at least my teeth arent rotting and
my eyes are still blue.
So is the sky, and pigs dont fly,
yet So, i think everything
will be okay.
And if it's not, if nothing else,
you taught me how to argue.
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