Florence Frightengale Lyrics & Chords By Triumph Of Gnomes

Break up, this awful show. I'm scheming against you. You did this, you made it. You did this. I'm done, and now you will roar. And you'll call out to me. Like a god, for your confession. I'm not that convenient.
You fucking cunt, I'll face fuck you... Whore. And then I'm tasting you, and breathing you, and you're nothing real. You feel me and you're jealous. Feel me. And they'll pick me up into the midnight skyline. I'll shine so bright, bright, bright. But then I'll come down and cause a mean scene.
Your baby's gone. Gone, gone, gone.