I’d Rather Be With Them

Stale tongues, the words have gone
 And all we've left is smoky spit and heavy lungs
 And I don't want to talk it through
 But my head hurts and I hate you
 So make me throw up
 I know that you will
 And wake up my mother and tell her I'm ill
 It's all coming out now, black, brown
 Wine and bile
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 Salty eyes, some frothy lips
 Your teeth are bent and champing at the fucking bit
 Leaning on the window
 Will you point them and you let go
 You say: "look at the people
 Crawling like insects
 All over the pavements"
 I'd rather be with them
 'Cause I just hate this room, it smells like you
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 Leave it on, I like this song
 When it ends, you really must be getting on
 And they needle all clicks after I'm out
 And you look back and the door slams
 I'm so fucking heartless
 I can't even cry
 I've opened my body it's hollow inside
 So ring up my parents
 And tell them I'm dead
 And say how you bit me and fucked with my head
 And I just hate your head
 And the clothes you wear
 And I just love your head
 And the clothes you wear