The Suble Art Of The Break Up lyrics

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Intro:
"you know you look like an angel when you're sleeping."
"I know you're not going to spend your whole birthday in the shower, I'ma go pack up the car."
"Looks like it's gonna rain."
"Nah, don't worry about it."

Verse 1:
It's only sprinkling, i tell her nothing is ruined,
We playing the liscense plate game, I'm lovin' what she keep doin' to my inner thigh,
Rockin' the diamond earrings i gave her, she's smiling, lookin' angelic
All her friends secretly hate her beauty.
She knows she got it, got me when she want me all erotic,
Next to her hand the K is burning a hole in my pocket.
I pull it over, get her a soda I'm half gone,
Hit the bathroom, stick the key in the jar to turn it back on.
Look in the mirror, throw some water on my face I'm snotty,
Thinkin' a things i'm about to do to my girls body.
The rain is picking up now, my eyes are kind of lazy, the sky is hazy, she's like you look pale, i said she was crazy.
Push the pedal to the floor mat, hydroplane, corrected it fast,
Then slowed down past the car crash.
She put her head on my shoulder, said she was gettin' a little sleepy,
Don't worry baby we're minutes from heaven.

Hook:
Snap out of this Cage, snap out of this. It's just a girl, it's just the world that sucked the life from you.

Verse 2:
I picked my face up with glass in it,
Can't remember the last minute,
Glove box - my girls face mashed in it.
I called her name out but she ain't respond,
Pulled her shoulder back touched her arm - her entire fucking face is gone.
I see her breathing, I'm pleading with Jesus, leave her lifeless,
Don't leave her like this, reach for the birthday balloon of nitrous.
I'm trying to dial for help with hands I can't feel,
Stuck in the drivers seat, my broken ribs - grippin' the steering wheel.
She squeeze my hand and let go, I shoulda been sitting shotty,
And the rain wouldn't still be pouring all over the angels body
I'm trying to crawl back in the K hole, to get out of the car,
But the K won't climb out of my nose and back in tha jar.
This isn't her i tell myself, at least she's happy.
Where ever she is her soul inside lookin' at me.
I pump my fist to bleed out to catch her and let the worms play,
Tell her i'm sorry i gave her death for her birthday.

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