Such a long sigh
for a girl with a such a shortness of breath -
She's explaining to me why
I should already be kissing her neck -
hands all over my back, to be
inevitably covered in sweat, she reads
Comso on her lunch break - (back to)
back to punching numbers in the face -
(day to)
day dreaming how much wine one could taste -
the thought alone, my stomach rolls like a vehicle out of control, knowing cold how much time one could waste -
it's a trait
We grew up with. (and)
I'm disgusted.
Even myself cannot be trusted,
so why would I even touch this?
Frail female with a ten foot pole?
Good thing I'm packing eleven
If they're playing games?
They should fold, I'm betting
with a wrist of aces
a hand that can't lose
how far should I take this?