The smell of pussy lingers long after you leave
As I sink into sweet opiatic bliss
You left your stained panties
Laying on my nightstand
I hear the typewriter click in the kitchen
And I know you're not gone
Just writing another line
To just one more song
Stumbling I work my way towards you
Help me, I cry
I'm falling away, I think I must die
You cradle me now, forever
I feel stomach contents in my throat
As you drag me out
Nothing feels good anymore
And no one can help
It's cold outside is all I think
I hear a siren wailing
They're coming for me I know
But they'll never make it in time
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