hate that it was so easy to get ****** right in again

sight smell and touch
are my enemies not my friends

golden honey
i imagined it dripping

the way that you looked at me
was actually quite different

i'm your trail of regrets? i'm your life's mistakes?
weren't saying that when you were ******* my face three months ago

i love love love you
to the moon and back

but not an ounce of consideration?

i'm glad i took my heart back