Rissy,

I laced your cigarette box with nitroglycerin.

 

I'm The New Cancer,
Never Looked Better,
You Can't Stand It.

 

Because you say so under your breath
You're reading lips
"When did he get all confident?"

 

I love you too, What? (:

Havn't You Heard That I'm The New Cancer?
Never Looked Better, And You Can't Stand It.

<3

 

*trumpet solo*

*repeated two more times*

And I know, and I know,
it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.

 

*cameras flash and curtain closes*

<3

Now, to another song. xD

Like,
It's these substandard motels on the corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes.