Life has swung by
I'm no carpenter
My lesabre can't handle the miles
The slow decline of love once raw
Interference from past lovers
Dooming our future
Rotting away
The promises we've perched
No more nicotine
No more soothing combustion
Busting bare inside you
Flare gone but addiction swelling
Seeing and smelling
Kissing and telling
Ignoring and yelling
I'm no carpenter
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Life has swung by
I'm no carpenter
My lesabre can't handle the miles
The slow decline of love once raw
Interference from past lovers
Dooming our future
Rotting away
The promises we've perched
No more nicotine
No more soothing combustion
Busting bare inside you
Flare gone but addiction swelling
Seeing and smelling
Kissing and telling
Ignoring and yelling
I'm no carpenter
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