But I Might, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

The man lounging on my green sofa,
he probably doesn't deserve
the way I've been slicing him apart
upstairs.
Perhaps I'll bring my weapons
downstairs.
I shouldn't
Posted: 2005-01-21 00:04:48 UTC

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