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His Lips Are Like Vodka

I watch him walk by
I wonder if he notices me
I watch him open and close his locker
I wonder if I’ll ever be the one to lean against it
The day I cry is the day he dies
Too many tears cried for too many boys
 
His lips are like vodka
and I wanna get wasted
His voice is like sugar
Waiting to be tasted
all too perfect
 
he clears the cob webs
from the corners of my universe
he opens my eyes
to the beauty of the love I’m capable of feeling
But I cant make it without him
I wont hold back and waste valuable time
 
I have got to let go
learn to leave you behind
trying to be something Im not
wasting my time

(2006)

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