you used to say I get along with you
what the fuck was i supposed to do?
moon on the deck you light a cigarrette
I felt your lips on my neck
sometimes I feel the flames?????
now my bodies broken faster??
I call that desire
you better run
You never called
I never wrote to you
what the fuck was i supposed to do
i wouldbe died, i wouldve waited too
anything to be with you
now i'm tryin to find the roads
that bring us to a place much higher
but im getting tired
but nothing was real
nothing i do
makes me feel
like you might feel
the way i do
my fears come true
you better run
should i sit in the halls
with my head on my knees
while we run with each other
thinkin im a common theif
i could glue together words
speak them with a treading? fire?????

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