No matter how many boys I kiss.
I still can't stop thinking about your lips.
No matter how many bottles I drink.
Your eyes are still more intoxicating than any liquor.
No matter how many cigarettes I smoke.
Your smile still makes my breath catch more than any cigarette could.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
No matter how many boys I kiss.
I still can't stop thinking about your lips.
No matter how many bottles I drink.
Your eyes are still more intoxicating than any liquor.
No matter how many cigarettes I smoke.
Your smile still makes my breath catch more than any cigarette could.
