Pump Fake by Snowing
Pump Fake lyrics
So when did cigarettes start cluttering your hands? I
ponder this some nights alone when I undress. And what do
you do with those boys I see you with, or better yet,
what would I do if you came back? I'd say no, or I hope I
could, but I still want you. And what do you think I
would do after you left? Would I stay sober? I think it'd
be much worse. I'd cut my arms off. No regeneration.
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