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Blue Skies
Cardboard Jesus
Cinnamon Valerie Angel
Downsville
I'll Get to Heaven
Junkie Girlfriend
shove a sharp object under her skin
like a poison pipeline lunge, nirvana and zen
still, i hate like hell when she's out on the floor
shining like ash and eyeliner, sleeping till 4

this zombied out girl, passed out in my bed, she's got
holes in her arms and a void in her head
bloodshot, her eyes, and a face like a mime
she is wasted now, like I'm wasting my time

Junkie Girlfriend, I can't be with you till the bitter end
Junkie Girlfriend, keep putting needles under your skin
We used to laugh together, but I'm not laughing anymore.
No I'm not laughing anymore

It's just half the time she's completely insane
from the shit that she puts constantly into her brain
the other half she spends it mostly dead
Dreaming of all the spiders trapped in her head.

this pale-browed girl wrapped up in my sheets
blacked out and strung out, unconscious or asleep
bloodshot, my eyes, as the clock heads to 6
I think I'll be going now, before her next fix

Junkie Girlfriend, I can't be with you till the bitter end
Junkie Girlfriend, keep putting needles under your skin
We used to laugh together, but I'm not laughing anymore.
No I'm not laughing anymore


Make Me Blue
Ruby Stars