Kwan's Crappy Stuff

A Bullet With Your Name

It’s been 3 years and I still feel weird when your head pops up in my head

You hit me like a bus, like a truck, like a fucking paradox

I’ve done coke, blunts and fucked a dumb blonde, but nothing seems to work, not even when I try to jack off

You still haunt my dreams

I can’t even sleep, cuz my pillow smells like your tits

I know it’s dumb and stupid, when I can’t control my hands against white walls

I just wanna be cool and all, but the thing about me is self-destruction

Finally I’ve picked my poison, tonight I hold a gun and a bullet, with your name engraved on it

So as a last favor, please take me away from here…