If you play pass the parcel with human body parts, somebody might get head, but someone will get hurt. And I’ll sing what you like, if you shout it straight back at me. There‘s red stains all over the place but they’re not blood, they’re cherryade. We throw parties, you throw knives, it’s all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice.
And it’s great that you care so much about things but you left talcum powder all over the bathroom. Yeah it’s great, you can blow her smoke rings but you wont taste her lips if you do get to kiss her. And it’s your party, but I’ll die if I want to, I’ll die if I want to.
The music was okay, but the fresh air was better and I couldn’t tell if the singer’s keyboard was a crutch or a synthesizer. But it sounded like he’d broken a limb, each and every time he pushed a key down or in.
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