Hey Doll
You know I'll probably do this 'til I die
I'll be rotting away
And you'll be preserved in perfume and plasticine forever
But I don't mind
The world may not deserve you
But we deserve each other
And I know I ain't got as much to offer nowadays
What with the great depression and all
But I still have more of a soft spot for you than anyone else
I only admit that to you, I'll have you know
I fucking hate Chicago
I don't even care
I fucking hate it
But I have you so I stay
I get the only measly crumbs of satisfaction I can afford
From seeing you
Those big brown doe eyes
Fuck, this softness is what fucked us all up
I'll tuck these slips of butcher paper in with every deal we make
And you'll read this
And I know I have something
As all else falls into hell
Still they say hell's a party
And you're the life of all parties
So as long as I have you
I know I won't turn entirely to ashes
Though I am blackened and burnt
You're all I've got, doll
And kid, you're a whole lot more than enough
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