To the sweet boy who can't get a read on me:
I'm sorry.
I will use you up and leave you dry...
and I think you would like to use me up too.
The problem with that is,
there's so very little left of me to use up.
So kiss me,
and try not to see the tears,
try not to taste the bitterness,
and I promise I won’t tell you his name.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
To the sweet boy who can't get a read on me:
I'm sorry.
I will use you up and leave you dry...
and I think you would like to use me up too.
The problem with that is,
there's so very little left of me to use up.
So kiss me,
and try not to see the tears,
try not to taste the bitterness,
and I promise I won’t tell you his name.
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