I'm up much too late
And I think I tore my heart a bit

It's nice, though
The fuzziness that comes with it
Almost like I'm drunk
If I'm lucky,
Maybe I'll forget you

But your touches are like burns on my flesh,
And I cannot scrub them off,
No matter how hard I try

I either need stronger soap or stronger liquor
And I don't know which.

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