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you were my favorite moment of our dead century.
oh, i will be your accident, if you will be my ambulance. i will be your screech and crash, if you will be my crutch and cast. i will be your one more time if you will be my one last change. so, fall for me.
we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang to keep a handle on all this jive.
how many styles did you cycle through before you were mine?
beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath, i can taste the ocean on your tongue. remember when we sat on the sidewalk of your old block against the wall under the stairs talking about love's meaning? well i wasn't dreaming. i meant every single word.
i hunger for you like a cannibal, not gonna let you run. i'm gonna take you, i'm gonna shake you, i'm gonna make you cum.