I whisper “I hate you”
Into the small of your back
So you can carry my anger
In between your shoulder blades
Let it fill your pores like ****
So I can rub it out with tiger balm
Every night.
I whisper “I hate you”
Into the small of your back
So you can carry my anger
In between your shoulder blades
Let it fill your pores like ****
So I can rub it out with tiger balm
Every night.
