Monday, November 8


Promise you will go down my neck.
Just like those pills and your cigarette.
So as my fingers curl,
I move my lips just so you won't have to.
Damnit you clever girl,
your style is keeping us from sleep.
It's one more and I'm free,
oh we've been so lucky,
yeah, we've been so likely to lose.
So give in, let's give in.
It's all suicide if I hide.
Because you are everywhere I look and in my skin.
I taste your neck and lips just from breathing in.
Let's call it off, kid.

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