Texty: U.S. Bombs. Her & Me.

without her i cant get up and lace my shoes down at the corner i get her and we recluse gave me a million dreams stripped me of everything sick to my guts im your eternally her and me makin out on the toilet seet blistered together on the city streets she and me dripping in the sink chiils from the pins aint what it used to be her and me-she and me 15 years to date shes been usen me on that persian girl ya taste oh so bitter sweet it started out as a fling we ended in the back alley my girl you know i love it when yer killing me