Sometimes she blows
Cigarette smoke
In your face and
You call that love
Not because it is
But because
You want it to be
You're so ******* lonely
So ********* unable
To handle the
Ocean roar in your
Ears when you're alone
You tell yourself
That the ash in
Your lungs is
As good as
A kiss good night.
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC
Sometimes she blows
Cigarette smoke
In your face and
You call that love
Not because it is
But because
You want it to be
You're so ******* lonely
So ********* unable
To handle the
Ocean roar in your
Ears when you're alone
You tell yourself
That the ash in
Your lungs is
As good as
A kiss good night.
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