Substance Abuse. |
I. Clever. Oh you clever little bitch you have me hooked without parting your lips to speak. Oh you clever little fuck, the two of us make a cocktail fit to kill only me. I can't live without you might as well surrender now it's pointless how I keep fighting. I think I'd surely die, were you to finally stop running through my veins and I say.. Step out of your orange dress, let me caress you with my tongue, and slip into the water, it won't be long. I will know no other, no better lover you make all my dreams, come true, clever clever you. II. Love. I will always love you and the way you make me a little bit sick when I'm without you. Oh yes, I'll always be true to eyes of blue, and lips of pink. You put the drama in the ink, and I'm fading, to white, white, white my muse, as I gaze upon you I write, write, write. And no, this will never be right. You're so thin, so small and you're scored, and you're cold and it takes a lot of water for us to move along. Your kisses are bitter, but I can't let you linger if I want to meet the sun again. I'd keep you in my warmth if I could, you deserve better than the bottle, my friend. And they have us defined, doomed right from the start let me fucking tell you something you can't put an expiration on matters of the heart. You're so thin, so small and you're scored, and you're cold and it takes a lot of weakness for us to move along. |