Finger to lips
Icing to lick
Smiles come with drips
Heavy words can be syrup or iron ores
Either way they are anchors
Never mind creed
Love can feel like a chore
I got my hang ups
I got my fists
Hanging on to phrases that chap my lips
And destroy my finger tips
People should point at something
Like they are certain
I thought I would by now have to rely on one person
Only human nature to count on
Like a ******* I want my cake too
No icing left
I need something new
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
Finger to lips
Icing to lick
Smiles come with drips
Heavy words can be syrup or iron ores
Either way they are anchors
Never mind creed
Love can feel like a chore
I got my hang ups
I got my fists
Hanging on to phrases that chap my lips
And destroy my finger tips
People should point at something
Like they are certain
I thought I would by now have to rely on one person
Only human nature to count on
Like a ******* I want my cake too
No icing left
I need something new
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