It took me losing myself in the best way to find you
That first drag, after years of "quitting" - I can still recollect the taste
And the lingering smell of ***** kept snug on my clothing
When you pursed your lips and told me it was bad for my heart I couldn't help but grimace
You are just as bad
(P.C.)
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
It took me losing myself in the best way to find you
That first drag, after years of "quitting" - I can still recollect the taste
And the lingering smell of ***** kept snug on my clothing
When you pursed your lips and told me it was bad for my heart I couldn't help but grimace
You are just as bad
(P.C.)
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