I would rather have ice in my veins,
To water down the liquor,
Than pump all this blood
Just to remind me I'm not dead.
Aren't we here to feel something?
Bottle after bottle
After bottle after
Bottle after bottle.
I would rather shiver at your touch, naked,
Than feel nothing under clothes.
It's winter out there, dear,
And we are starting this fire.
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
I would rather have ice in my veins,
To water down the liquor,
Than pump all this blood
Just to remind me I'm not dead.
Aren't we here to feel something?
Bottle after bottle
After bottle after
Bottle after bottle.
I would rather shiver at your touch, naked,
Than feel nothing under clothes.
It's winter out there, dear,
And we are starting this fire.
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