_ouch__ bijou i got this dress i'm hiking it around this waste of laughter slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping congratulations to you both i hope somewhere you're happy if there's a moral to this story then i wish you'd show me hair in the blood, fly in the dissapointment rubber, i'm glue i'll write the book on you it's sticking to my face (this is the important part.) you need a little less than what you take for granted. this is the sip that's drinking back from you, blacking out your eyes. you need a little more suppression of your appetites this is your honeymoon, in separate rooms, it's neither sweet nor bright i made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess i call it "sluttering" it means less than your little test you are your worst revenge your very means, they have no end this is the story you won't tell the kids we'll never have. if you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough. (sluttering) jawbreaker 020531 what's it to you? who go blather from