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Smokin Jamaican

by SheOfNeverland

All I need to do Is make it through the day Breathe in all the good And blow the bad away. Words form blisters on my tongue Burning out the taste of you Sweet and secure with a touch Of fucked up. I don't say that to just anyone You know you were the first Man I ever loved But you weren't the last I will ever Touch. I left you behind in the rubble Of what used to be our life Our lie Our alibi. With every day I see clearly The truth of what I've done Who knew such consequence Could be born of love and indecision. Cloudy head and cloudy mind Always afraid of things behind The past never stays where it should And I'd burn it all down if I could. The last puff is always the worst It's hard to swallow when my throat is Clogged with lies I forgot to tell you.
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