I took a notepad and folded the edge of the first page
Ran my finger across the paper where it thickened at the crease
Touched my finger to a vial where the blood ran thick and hot
I'd send it to you in the mail but our love you probably forgot
I just pick the skin that flays apart hoping you'll lick my wounds
Waiting for the day you change your mind and hope to taste iron on your lips
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
I took a notepad and folded the edge of the first page
Ran my finger across the paper where it thickened at the crease
Touched my finger to a vial where the blood ran thick and hot
I'd send it to you in the mail but our love you probably forgot
I just pick the skin that flays apart hoping you'll lick my wounds
Waiting for the day you change your mind and hope to taste iron on your lips
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