Failures been an old friend of mine.
She comes to visit from time to time.
Peels back its lips and takes a piece of me home...
I've been young and in love.
Sweet love, bad love, couldn't get enough.
Any tongue is a good tongue…when you're swallowing one.
Peels back its lips. Lies to me.
I'm incapable of accepting I have been your only one
I believe in this but I 've been wrong
I can deny but one thing...
When you foam at the mouth, its tempting.
You are too unhygienic to hold.
( I cant clean your soul.)
You need so much more
Than a finger down your throat
( I cant clean your soul)
You are too unhygienic to hold.
With all the dirty rags that encase that soul
I'll work my nerves to the bone
Naive machine.
All I can smell is sweat and taste him on your breath.
Is this where the fuck we've been heading?

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