[Lyric] Your Shirt Would Look Better With a Columbian Neck-tie (I Killed the Prom Queen)

Once I've drawn my final painful breath
And disfigured any beauty my mind holds of you
This process of pain can be ended elegantly
With no distaste, no fear of soul decay
I felt betrayed for so long
I can' let go, these failures dragged me down
I wither away

I will never forgive or forget
A constant reminder
Your lifeless heart on a rope around my neck
A keepsake from this rusted love

We are falling fast to the ground
We are falling, we are falling, we are falling
Fast to the ground

I'd bite into your face just to be close to your eyes
I've discarded so much beauty in a lifetime
I'll stitch my own insides to the highest tree
A keepsake of this rusted love that you wish upon me
This process of pain can be ended elegantly
With no distaste, no fear of soul decay
I felt betrayed for so long I can't let go

I will never forgive or forget
A constant reminder
Your lifeless heart on a rope around my neck
A keepsake from, a keepsake from this rusted love

Everyone here, everyone here
Who breathes will fucking die
Who breathes will fucking die