And now we speak with ruined tounges
and the words we speak aren't meant for anyone.
All I know is that I haven't felt this lost and deep under water since you know who.
And it was only a kiss, it was only a kiss. Or one of several, at least.
But hearing you sing and watching you do that thing with your eyes back and forth
could make a girl want to fall in love... with a bottle of rum... in the bitter wind... of a starry night.
A good liar could kiss you like it's real. And knowing it's a lie, you wouldn't care.
posted by Unknown @ 4:31 PM
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