bad boy, i got a weakness
i like the taste of blood licked from my
own hands from being reckless
tearing hearts out their intended
cavities and im afraid my mouth
is cold from being exposed
i guess i keep the charade
of getting mad at you
for not buying me cigarettes
or not telling me to quit them depending
if im interested in you
i go to the gym to heal
all of my mistakes instead of church
and its cuffing season
want you to tie me to your mast
and leave me there all season
then afterwards we'll never text each
other again because you're a bad boy
and you are no good for me
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
bad boy, i got a weakness
i like the taste of blood licked from my
own hands from being reckless
tearing hearts out their intended
cavities and im afraid my mouth
is cold from being exposed
i guess i keep the charade
of getting mad at you
for not buying me cigarettes
or not telling me to quit them depending
if im interested in you
i go to the gym to heal
all of my mistakes instead of church
and its cuffing season
want you to tie me to your mast
and leave me there all season
then afterwards we'll never text each
other again because you're a bad boy
and you are no good for me
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