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Scream
In the morning, my teeth fall out.
And I float off the stairwell, crying as I go down.
They say "I can smell it, you're high as an airplane, aren't you?"
It makes me forget but you don't know why.
You say "Now tell me why, why.
Now tell me why, why, why."
I scream from the bottom of my heart
"I love you, I love you."
Now look where thats got me.
I scream from the pit of my stomach
"I love you, I love you."
Now there's no more screaming
"I love you, I love you,"
Because I really do.
My throat makes an awful sound in the evening.
I left my jean jacket in your closet that night I left when you were sleeping.
I know you're mad, you got the gun pressed to my chest like it really mattered.
You say "I'll shoot you like this."
And I dare you to do it, do it.
But you won't do it, do it."
You scream from the bottom of your heart
"I love you, I love you."
Now look where thats got you.
You scream from the pit of your stomach
"I love you, I love you."
Now there's no more screaming
"I love you, I love you,"
Because you really do.
Oh god, I hear the sirens calling our names.
"Just two 18 year olds," they say, "playing their games.
Nothing too serious, it's just that their heads need fixed."
They grab their wooden tool box and they get busy, busy.
My mouth was sewn shut so they tear it open til it bleeds, til it bleeds.
I lick my lips dry.
So I scream from the bottom of my heart
"I love you, I love you."
Fuck, this is where it's got me.
I scream from the pit of my stomach
"I love you, I love you."
Now I stop screaming
"I love you, I love you,"
Because I really do.
I stop screaming because I really do, we really do.
And I float off the stairwell, crying as I go down.
They say "I can smell it, you're high as an airplane, aren't you?"
It makes me forget but you don't know why.
You say "Now tell me why, why.
Now tell me why, why, why."
I scream from the bottom of my heart
"I love you, I love you."
Now look where thats got me.
I scream from the pit of my stomach
"I love you, I love you."
Now there's no more screaming
"I love you, I love you,"
Because I really do.
My throat makes an awful sound in the evening.
I left my jean jacket in your closet that night I left when you were sleeping.
I know you're mad, you got the gun pressed to my chest like it really mattered.
You say "I'll shoot you like this."
And I dare you to do it, do it.
But you won't do it, do it."
You scream from the bottom of your heart
"I love you, I love you."
Now look where thats got you.
You scream from the pit of your stomach
"I love you, I love you."
Now there's no more screaming
"I love you, I love you,"
Because you really do.
Oh god, I hear the sirens calling our names.
"Just two 18 year olds," they say, "playing their games.
Nothing too serious, it's just that their heads need fixed."
They grab their wooden tool box and they get busy, busy.
My mouth was sewn shut so they tear it open til it bleeds, til it bleeds.
I lick my lips dry.
So I scream from the bottom of my heart
"I love you, I love you."
Fuck, this is where it's got me.
I scream from the pit of my stomach
"I love you, I love you."
Now I stop screaming
"I love you, I love you,"
Because I really do.
I stop screaming because I really do, we really do.
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