Lyrics
PERSONAL MATCHBOX FOR YOU!
heres my gift, red with casino top...
come to my room, my numbers on the back...
read these hallways, littered with trash...
this reminds me of myself...
strangely...
of my self...
its four fifty nine, and i cant stop thinking of a
night that i cant remember..
tied to a briefcase all day before, hes become so pale..
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