Dom Perignon is your ending
The champagne is dripping now oh such a waste
Guns won't get you father then the door
They mopped up the mess while i was away
Sympathy starts with screams, baby
You've got me at best but for now i think i'll roll out of bed
Hang up your life on the coat rack
Because they'll figure us out before dawn
I'll be long gone by the time they find you on the floor
Sympathy starts with screams, baby
You've got me at best but for now i think i'll roll out of bed
Bang's the word dear and now you know i mean business
By: Tara Davis
poem by Guarded Heart
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