//Don't cut out my paper heart //I ain't dying anyway //Take a look at Eiffel towers //Never trust them dirty liars //Sipping lemon yellow booze //Old lead-belly sings the blues //All dressed up on wedding day //Keep on tripping anyway //I am, I am I said I'm not myself //But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale //So keep your bankroll lottery //Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade //Fake the heat and scratch the itch //Skinned up knees and salty lips //I'll breathe your life, Vicks vapor life //And when you binge, I purge alike, let go //It's harder holding on //One more trip and I'll be gone //So keep your head up, keep it on //Just a whisper, I'll be gone //Take a breath and make it big //It's the last you'll ever get //Break your neck with diamond noose //It's the last you'll ever choose //I am, I am I said I'm not myself //But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale //Hold me closer, closer, let me go //Let me be, just let me be //I am, I am, I said I'm not myself //But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale //So keep your bankroll lottery //Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade //I am, I am I said I'm not myself //But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale //Hold me closer, closer, let me go //Let me be, just let me be //I am, I am I said I'm not myself //But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale //So keep your bankroll lottery //Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade // //Stone Temple Pilots - Trippin On A Hole In A Paper Heart, D A M N this song sounds good aaaah // //VinsWie, 11/11/2023, exactly 1:00 PM