Let this binge come to an end.
Not tonight, not tomorrow.
Not
Can I make you shake?
Can I make you cold?
Can I
I am gonna put a spike a mounatin deep in
I'll wake up early every morning to kiss you.
I'll wake
May we shit ourselves to sleep.
As the bathroom floor calls
I swallow that shit
like a doctors consumer.
You puke what's left
In my bedroom...
Would you pass me the lighter there?
So I
I'm cold but you keep me warm.
With you it's spring,
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