She never got to know me, they never do.
I never introduced myself.
The smell of sweat and perfume fills the air.
I know my new girlfriend is waiting in there.
But she doesn't know me yet.
I'm a surgeon, I'm a poet, I'm the last thing you see before you die.
I don't need you, I don't need anyone.
I stalk this waste of life.
I always introduce myself.
The smell of shit and death fills the air.
I know my new girlfriend is dying in there.
She still doesn't know me yet.
She died like she lived, on her f*cking back.
They die like they live, on their f*cking backs.
I stalk this waste of life to make sure I'm not wasting my own.
I want your legs behind your head.
I want your legs.
The Acacia Strain - Forget-Me-Now Lyrics
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She never got to know me, they never do.
I never introduced myself.
The smell of sweat and perfume fills the air.
I know my new girlfriend is waiting in there.
But she doesn't know me yet.
I'm a surgeon, I'm a poet, I'm the last thing you see before you die.
I don't need you, I don't need anyone.
I stalk this waste of life.
I always introduce myself.
The smell of shit and death fills the air.
I know my new girlfriend is dying in there.
She still doesn't know me yet.
She died like she lived, on her f*cking back.
They die like they live, on their f*cking backs.
I stalk this waste of life to make sure I'm not wasting my own.
I want your legs behind your head.
I want your legs.
I never introduced myself.
The smell of sweat and perfume fills the air.
I know my new girlfriend is waiting in there.
But she doesn't know me yet.
I'm a surgeon, I'm a poet, I'm the last thing you see before you die.
I don't need you, I don't need anyone.
I stalk this waste of life.
I always introduce myself.
The smell of shit and death fills the air.
I know my new girlfriend is dying in there.
She still doesn't know me yet.
She died like she lived, on her f*cking back.
They die like they live, on their f*cking backs.
I stalk this waste of life to make sure I'm not wasting my own.
I want your legs behind your head.
I want your legs.