I forego thrills in return for your companion.
I trade my weed for your whiskey breath.
You’re the mentholated stain that lingers in my mouth,
You’re that prick in my heart flesh.
I trade my weed for your whiskey breath.
You’re the mentholated stain that lingers in my mouth,
You’re that prick in my heart flesh.
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