you won't bleed because you're not about to burn. you saw my lips curl straight talk
and mock the glockenspiel of my garrulous tongue. you stun my assets. my accent falters. but yes... you hear me yearn. you gnaw at my shin splints. we resist what ain't lost.
we grog the real liqueur of our tepid angst. get ****** up.
i'll craft a promise when i'm tongue-tied...
i'll say anything with my tongue; yup.
i love you.
but our disasters are so beautiful, i could love that...
i just might hurt you with my mouth full...
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 8:27 PM UTC
you won't bleed because you're not about to burn. you saw my lips curl straight talk
and mock the glockenspiel of my garrulous tongue. you stun my assets. my accent falters. but yes... you hear me yearn. you gnaw at my shin splints. we resist what ain't lost.
we grog the real liqueur of our tepid angst. get ****** up.
i'll craft a promise when i'm tongue-tied...
i'll say anything with my tongue; yup.
i love you.
but our disasters are so beautiful, i could love that...
i just might hurt you with my mouth full...
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