I stumble as if intoxicated
But reek of agony instead.
Not even the strongest liquor
Could rinse you from my head.
While thinning the blood in my veins
My heart pounds to what you said.
Though I would rather you love me,
You would much rather be dead.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
I stumble as if intoxicated
But reek of agony instead.
Not even the strongest liquor
Could rinse you from my head.
While thinning the blood in my veins
My heart pounds to what you said.
Though I would rather you love me,
You would much rather be dead.
