I'll never get past the hair on your head,
never get to the scalp, never get to taste your skin never get to wet my
lips,
I sigh, I rub your skin, I see your eyes
big, brown, beautiful
love, man those eyes
those fucking eyes
makes me sad, makes me a fool, makes me a ass,
all the times my lips were coated with an acidic handshake
the beer, the smokes, the other cheap whores and their perfume
cutting me away from you and smiling all the while
man, it's no wonder you're not the same, it's no wonder you hate me
so,
but here I am, wearing my crown, smiling for no one,
pour another drink, finish wringing my heart onto this page
when my ice
melts.
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