Oct 2016
When you left
I needed a new addiction
something that would let me forget you but would let me remember how your tongue tasted.
Soon after that alcohol turn into my baby.
-Aztec
I needed a new addiction
something that would let me forget you but would let me remember how your tongue tasted.
Soon after that alcohol turn into my baby.
-Aztec
(In a city)
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