With poetry and cupcakes 
I convince myself everything is fine
Going out 
Dressed to the nines
Each teardrop becomes a bullet
But the trigger
I cannot pull it

My lover is a bandit
Stole my heart
Crushed it

With poetry and cupcakes 
I convince myself everything is fine
Gunpowder sulphur permeates 
The metallic tang hits my tongue

Sweet nothings say less
It's hard to express
With a bullet in your chest

Poetry and cupcakes 
Champagne and reuptakes
Who am I kidding
Fine isn't convincing

Heart racing nineteen to the dozen
Standing on the shore 
Thinking of going in
But killing myself would be a sin
 
Everything is a catastrophe 
This is how life plays out for me

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