I want you so bad
That it feels like are destined to fuck each other over
(can you feel it?)
I feel that you might be my saving grace
Here to pop my cherry and slap me in the face.
I can give you nithing but burning stares
And endless watching and waiting.
You can give me nothing but bad jokes
And endless smoking and writing.
So we sit across from each other
And I wonder if youre here to observe
Be observed
Or maybe youre just here to smoke |
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