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Cigarettes and Sex
Say that you love me; even if you don’t.
I want to taste the salt living on your skin;
Because it has touched more of you than I ever will.
I want to hold you in my arms even if you are planning to Jab the knife right between my lungs.
You taste like roses and whiskey; sin and everything good.
You remind me of cracked lips and paradise;
Loving you to the point where I fucking hate you.
Say that you love me; even if you don’t.
I want to taste the salt on your skin;
Because it has touched more of you than I ever will.
I want to kiss you until our lips begin to bleed.
You taste like cigarettes and sex; all the best of things.
You are unraveling us both; this must be what hell looks like.
I want to taste the salt living on your skin;
Because it has touched more of you than I ever will.
I want to hold you in my arms even if you are planning to Jab the knife right between my lungs.
You taste like roses and whiskey; sin and everything good.
You remind me of cracked lips and paradise;
Loving you to the point where I fucking hate you.
Say that you love me; even if you don’t.
I want to taste the salt on your skin;
Because it has touched more of you than I ever will.
I want to kiss you until our lips begin to bleed.
You taste like cigarettes and sex; all the best of things.
You are unraveling us both; this must be what hell looks like.
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