I wear your clothes on my back

My pulse gives me a heart attack.

My belt you wear around your waist

She kicked you out, you left this place.

A bottle left behind

I put it in my line.

The movie left downstairs

Half the place we were caught, we were scared.

Body reaches 300 degrees

I sat there and begged her, “please, oh please.”

Forgiving she had become

Together we are, as whole as one.

A secret it no longer is

But honestly I could really give.

So long as you’re mine

My life is fxxking FINE.

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