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i wish i were something else her name still rests on his lips and i taste her when i kiss him he tells me she's dead but her ghost is in our bed and i can't even **** it. she sleeps between us, eats at his heart and he won't even touch me because i am what she's not. he tells me she's gone but i know the harsh bark of her voice better than i know my own song i keep singing and singing and singing hoping to cut through what's wrong i keep singing and singing and he knows the words now but he won't sing along. no, he won't sing along.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
my tired siren song isn't enough for you
i wish i were something else her name still rests on his lips and i taste her when i kiss him he tells me she's dead but her ghost is in our bed and i can't even **** it. she sleeps between us, eats at his heart and he won't even touch me because i am what she's not. he tells me she's gone but i know the harsh bark of her voice better than i know my own song i keep singing and singing and singing hoping to cut through what's wrong i keep singing and singing and he knows the words now but he won't sing along. no, he won't sing along.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
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