All the **** that I said
about how ****** up your heart is
now seems to be stripped off
lying on the bedroom floor
And the clock on your wall
is tic-talking to me now
tail dancing to secrets
its cat eyes motion to the door
But your head on my chest
weighs me down like an anchor
keeps me under the lighthouse
drowning just off the shore
And the worst of it is
you know exactly what you're doing
and you know what it takes
to have me crawl back for more
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
All the **** that I said
about how ****** up your heart is
now seems to be stripped off
lying on the bedroom floor
And the clock on your wall
is tic-talking to me now
tail dancing to secrets
its cat eyes motion to the door
But your head on my chest
weighs me down like an anchor
keeps me under the lighthouse
drowning just off the shore
And the worst of it is
you know exactly what you're doing
and you know what it takes
to have me crawl back for more
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