Behind each drag-
I'll hide my shakin' anger.
When I wrap my lips around a puff-
You won't see my tremblin' lips.
My fingers fumble, as I flick the ash-
And.
You're so smashed, that you don't notice-
The stench of the smoke in my hair-or the spice on my tongue-
My yellowing teeth.
Through every pack my heart feels worse- Worse than you ever made it feel.
And.
It's nice to know something can make me feel like more **** than you ever could.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
Behind each drag-
I'll hide my shakin' anger.
When I wrap my lips around a puff-
You won't see my tremblin' lips.
My fingers fumble, as I flick the ash-
And.
You're so smashed, that you don't notice-
The stench of the smoke in my hair-or the spice on my tongue-
My yellowing teeth.
Through every pack my heart feels worse- Worse than you ever made it feel.
And.
It's nice to know something can make me feel like more **** than you ever could.
Bitter breakups... heh.
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