Once again down on my luck and drunk off of port wine. Once again stumbling down the road to the unknown. Once again lighting up a smoke while my hands tremble. Once again nostalgia sinks in. Once again recalling times when your soulless eyes met mine as you whisper I want you. I'd slowly slide off your clothes as we sail over a wave less sea of lust over the glory of a water bed. We became bodies in bedsheets tangled in our needs. Let the songs of the deceased lull us into passion and when the wine becomes drip dry, rely on the moisture in my kiss. I could never forget those souless eyes. Young bird fly from my mouth. Carry these three words till your lungs collapse. So easy then, now such a wreck. When I look back I regret the last year. The ship has sunk into the bed. I've become quite the mess. Every drop of sweat in this bucket of stress is all for you you fucking harlot, its all for you. Ghosts of girls repeat I have met someone new. Still I can never forget nights I shamelessly asked can I have you. So I'll pour more liqour over my life, forgetting the strife that I went through. Yeah, what a suprise, it cuts like a knife, sorrows goodbye. It cuts like a knife, with every thrust, she cuts like a knife with every thrust. After all I've been through. you dont fucking get it, all my hard work, Just forget about me.
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