Letter For A Brick Box

She doesn't think it matters
He thought it was her manners
And his brother sold brick boxes
And then they all got older

Listen I've got problems
Thought you knew how to fix
The heartbeat speeding up
Falling on the ground
Gasoline poured
With no pity
I want you to set me on fire

She doesn't think it matters
He thought it was her manners
And his brother sold brick boxes
And then they all got older

Then got a small bit
Of what I was thinking of
Then got a small bit
Of what I was thinking of
Then got a small bit
Of what I was thinking of
Then got a small bit
Of what I was thinking of

I guess I'm a looser
I hope you had a great night and



Credits
Writer(s): Joyless Bodies
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