Wasn't too likely,
You missed me nightly,
But the drug drip makes memories appear.
Road lines, coerce the mind
I was believing in something,
Still smell the same, your wet lips on my cheek reminded me of the good days.
When I was yours and you were mine.
Second chances aren't easy,
Guess it's you I have to define.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
Wasn't too likely,
You missed me nightly,
But the drug drip makes memories appear.
Road lines, coerce the mind
I was believing in something,
Still smell the same, your wet lips on my cheek reminded me of the good days.
When I was yours and you were mine.
Second chances aren't easy,
Guess it's you I have to define.
Guess the saying is true, they always come back.
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