Ace High

June 30, 2010
By MollyLager GOLD, Huntingdon, Pennsylvania
MollyLager GOLD, Huntingdon, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
\"The real trouble with reality is that there\'s no background music.\"


Things always happen for some sort of reason
But honey I got some time,
And I’ve got some freedom

But hell, baby
What can I do?
Everything I liked about myself
Were the things that reminded me of you

Breaking down
Route 66 never looked less inviting
This is the path I chose
For a break in our fighting?

Does this make it feel right?
Hey, does this make it work?
God ignores my prayers
With a smile,
A smirk.

Police lights are blinding
Handcuffs too, tight
Love is a battlefield
And arrested fits you right.

You’re a thief don’t you realize
A stealer of hearts
Choking on promises
Turned into scars

A monument
A stepping stone
A bridge left to burn
The right kind of wrong
After every bad turn

You’re someone to run from
A romance gone wrong
You make girls who are fighters
No longer feel strong

You cheat with your Aces
But you play your hands right
You’ve got the world in your palm
By the end of the night

But hell baby, hell baby
What can I do?
Everything I liked about myself
Were the things that reminded me of you.



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