Sunday, December 21, 2008

Don't trust me.

"Black dress with the tights underneath, I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth.

Tongue's always pressed to your cheeks, while my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth. Tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef that I'm a vegetarian.

X's on the back of your hands, wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands. Bruises cover your arms, shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm. The best is, no one knows who you are. Just another girl alone at the bar.

She wants to touch me. She wants to love me. She'll never leave me.

Shush girl, shut your lips. Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips."

I'm in an interesting mood tonight. And that last line is killer, it gets me every time.

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