44 Caliber Love Letter

Alexis On Fire

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    Sifting through weathered photo albums
    (Does it make a difference?)
    Looking for gloriously aged polaroids
    (This is the way it is)
    (You think it really would make a difference? Would I hang on
    the beach in perfect black and hide?)
    Of places you've never been.
    (I broke through this hollow shell that once held me so tight I
    couldn't breathe)
    A place to accept you don't exist
    (Come with me, jump off the edge)

    "Smile for the camera sweetheart. I really wanna immortalize the
    moment."
    Just remember the first step in forgetting
    Is destroying all the evidence.
    With friends like you,
    Who needs subtext?
    Sub. Text. Sub. Text.

    This is a .44 caliber love letter straight from my heart.

    With a gun, make your shot.
    Let's hope for better shit.
    (Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!})
    That reason for separation.
    (Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!})
    Straight from... my... heart.
    Christened by your bullet.
    I'm losing patience.
    Well I guess...
    It's my own fault.

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    Don't remember.
    Don't remember.
    Don't... remember.
    Don't!

    Sifting through weathered photo albums
    (Does it make a difference?)
    Looking for gloriously aged polaroids
    (This is the way it is)
    (You think it really would make a difference? Would I hang on
    the beach in perfect black and hide?)
    Of places you've never been.
    (I broke through this hollow shell that once held me so tight I
    couldn't breathe)
    A place to accept you don't exist
    (Come with me, jump off the edge)

    "Smile for the camera sweetheart. I really wanna immortalize the
    moment."
    Just remember the first step in forgetting
    Is destroying all the evidence.
    With friends like you,
    Who needs subtext?
    Sub. Text. Sub. Text.

    This is a .44 caliber love letter straight from my heart.

    With a gun, make your shot.
    Let's hope for better shit.
    (Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!})
    That reason for separation.
    (Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!})
    Straight from... my... heart.
    Christened by your bullet.
    I'm losing patience.
    Well I guess...
    It's my own fault.

    Don't re..
    Don't re..
    Don't... remember
    Don't! remember
    Don't!

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