Tonight your Body Will LearnWasted or sober We’re still going toTonight your Body Will Learn
Feel the blows of hurt As our stomach churns With thoughts, because We’re different from you
&& your lover. We think with our stomachs It bubbles with judgment
As we choke down phrases And bits of lost stories We’re drowning from Our own suffocation
And I’m absolutely okay with that. I’m absolutely okay with this.
He has a queer grip On the pedal and I guess I’ve lost control again. With sticky margarita fingers I hope no one knows What’
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If I didn’t care for fun and such,
I’d probably amount to much.
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn.
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