Peach dream
She smokes 2 packs a day
Black hair
I still want to kiss her (sometimes)
Hands
Reaching out
Takes my shirt off
Counts on my finger tips
How many times she wanted to see me
Scream
She isn't anything to anyone
Not even me
Ok that's not true
She means something to me
The sad bags under her eyes
And the cracks in her lips
I even tried to help her quit smoking
Took her to a hypnotist
It didn't work
But I still let her smoke in my car
And I still want to kiss her (sometimes)
And when she got high the other night
And ****** someone else
And blamed it on me
I don't know
I still want the chipped paint on her nails
And the hair falling into her face
I want it all
I think