It barely makes it bearable but bearable none the less
I only ever enjoyed you when we were in a mess
Needles on the draining board and dettol on your wrist
Meals before fainting slow empty bottles ******
Rolled up receipts to unroll
We're gonna need that dough
Amyl Nitrite. Woah!!
Orange stars and speckled doves
Tongues and lips and hands and legs and hips all pushing, grinding, grabbing trying to find a way inside you
Resonate when well oiled
Lucy was in the sky and I was in the palm of your hand, pixilated
Pipes, knives and bee hives for the honey in your tea
Crack on the pavement till we were like rag dolls
Bundles of flesh and bone with icky like indecision rummaging through drawers, ashtrays, pockets and old school bags to try to find something to keep the buzz alive and the birds at bay but more importantly to avoid sobriety with you
I think it's time to leave
I'll die for my love for you
But as for you my dear I'll see you next week when I pick up my things
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC
It barely makes it bearable but bearable none the less
I only ever enjoyed you when we were in a mess
Needles on the draining board and dettol on your wrist
Meals before fainting slow empty bottles ******
Rolled up receipts to unroll
We're gonna need that dough
Amyl Nitrite. Woah!!
Orange stars and speckled doves
Tongues and lips and hands and legs and hips all pushing, grinding, grabbing trying to find a way inside you
Resonate when well oiled
Lucy was in the sky and I was in the palm of your hand, pixilated
Pipes, knives and bee hives for the honey in your tea
Crack on the pavement till we were like rag dolls
Bundles of flesh and bone with icky like indecision rummaging through drawers, ashtrays, pockets and old school bags to try to find something to keep the buzz alive and the birds at bay but more importantly to avoid sobriety with you
I think it's time to leave
I'll die for my love for you
But as for you my dear I'll see you next week when I pick up my things
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