Caricamento in corso...

hurt tastes like candy

leave me, paste me, nail my expression of now to the wall
tease me, hate me, fate be a lesson tattooed on my arm
if love could be a lesson it would be regulated like a dog to your call
if love could lessen the way we treat each other there’d be no alarm
sense of figuring it out, wrapped in paper a man who fishes with no charm
we all recount the reason to be as lovers that had us and walked away with no harm
shudder like a quake, if everything I could take, please someone make me fake,
like our savoir had time for mild complaints.
I don’t want no rescue from you, redirect what you sullenly pursue,
I just a fish naked and exposed, till a skeleton dirty and transposed
most of our life is living in the I don’t know,
the rest of it is gestures, if you didn’t well then I suppose.

Altre opere di Preston Standuptington...



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