| sticky skin, stuck on friction throbbing, hard hot in my hands rubbing till the explosion of wet love happens the moans are inevitable |
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| My stomach feels sick
like a hunger's there,
that'll neve be filled.
Like a fucking
jealous girlfriend.
The first time you haven't answered the phone.
The first night you haven't answered the phone.
Letting you get close
closer than I'd tell anyone.
Ineedyou
idon'tneedYOU
i need you.
This will blow over in the morning
The machine will give you back to me. |
| |
| My stomach feels sick
like a hunger's there,
that'll neve be filled.
Like a fucking
jealous girlfriend.
The first time you haven't answered the phone.
The first night you haven't answered the phone.
Letting you get close
closer than I'd tell anyone.
Ineedyou
idon'tneedYOU
i need you.
This will blow over in the morning
The machine will give you back to me. |
| |
| We haven't talked in 15 days
and it's beginning to bother me.
Because it's really only been 5.
But going without our witty repetoire
and crush-covered smiles
makes a day a week in Hell.
A touch on the arm
and you're shrinking shrinking shrinking,
and I'm melting melting melting.
You can't do this
You can't touch
The boundaries of affection are making
me get it somewhere else
And making me cry
on other people's shoulder's.
I want to please just like her
I want to act- just like her
but I stumbled over those lines,
and forgot my monologue.
I realized I don't have to be
her
for you
to want me.
I just have to remember the cart corrals
we shared Saturday evening at that Tennessee roadshow.
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| no. no. no. stay back. this can't be happening. don't make me feel like showering. it doesn't help at all. <3 Skyla |
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