Cyanide Stories from Half Glow by The Penske File

Take it from me, you’re a bleeder
Your heart is written on your sleeve
Compassion, it spills out from your speech
Take it from me, that you’re honest
And they believe you when you speak
And that’s a tough hurdle to leap
Take that from me

I know took that from you, he’s a liar
And he’s been dining with the rats
And sponsoring the cowards
I know he took that from you, but you’re alright
Hell, just look at what you’ve built
Light a fire to the guilt

The father, son and holy ghost
They don’t talk to me no more
We danced around like the Brat Sisters
But we don’t have to stay here anymore

So smoke another cigarette, watch it shine
We swore we’d quit by 25, but bad habits stain tonight
We’re just another cyanide Cinderella story
Sister, we’ll be fine

And when it finally crossed her mind
That she could leave this all behind
She split for the coast
To kill the ghost before his prime
And then it finally crossed her mind
That we could burn the city tonight
Cause we are arsonists.

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