Listening to: dashboard
Feeling: zonked
Desperate desires and unadmirable plans
My tongue will taste the gin and
malicious intent. Bring you back to the bar. Get you out of the cold. A
sober straight face gets you out of your clothes. And they're scared that
we know all the crimes they'll commit. Who they'll kiss before they get
home. I will lie awake. Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you.
Then
you'll fall for every empty word I say
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