
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:A thorn filled rose You gotta know that this won't last Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all Of the answers in my cigarette box Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops And if you're blind to that I am fine with that Oh, I will ruin you Oh, I will ruin you It's a habit, I can't help it I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything But if you're fine with that If you're fine with that I will poison all your happy thoughts I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box πΌπππππ’ πππ
