Here I sit, staring out in the distance
Feel a soft itch all the time
I met 16 of her at a party, bleeding into each other
I'll take a chance:
First chance I get, like I told myself when we left
I thought that was it every time; anyone else never came to mind
I miss you So much-when you coming back to me?
It's taken so long; when you getting home tah me?
Dusting off some old plans,
Feeling just fine; I'll git home fer breakfast
Easy to see,
It's hard not to fuck-wrap around me; what'r strayngurs for?
Bleeding from butterflies;
Answers comin', ready for a fight
I get so drunk, now it's the only thing I feel...
Lead-ached n' stoned;
Sickling some street lights through the trees
Sing me your sweet song; dig your talons in my skin...
And lift me off... way back
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