pride and joy
pass me the bottle and light me a cigarette as i say goodbye to mr know-it-all-or nothing
my punch bag of a body was his pride and joy but i am proudest and most joyful when i break his ego and set fire to his feelings, when i fill my lungs with his pain
celebrate with my amber favourite, celebrate with the one to make me wise
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