But I Might

By 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
By Cutie In A Death Cab •
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