The air is light
Your breathing is getting heavy
I could taste the tobacco on your tongue
And now I'm imagining that pretty, black lung
You're whispering in my ear
I could smell the whiskey on your teeth
I could taste the **** on your lips
Tattoos from your collar bones to your shoes
And metal in your face
You skanked into this pit like you owned it
Well, ****
Now you own me
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
The air is light
Your breathing is getting heavy
I could taste the tobacco on your tongue
And now I'm imagining that pretty, black lung
You're whispering in my ear
I could smell the whiskey on your teeth
I could taste the **** on your lips
Tattoos from your collar bones to your shoes
And metal in your face
You skanked into this pit like you owned it
Well, ****
Now you own me
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