Lets not talk expensive,
Lets thrash to the beat of your drunken heart.
Why beg for roses,
When the kitchen table is the perfect height?
And I'm the perfect high.
"Hi,
I don't think you should think" I said,
but the guilt was hot when I touched your head.
I don't want you but I don't want you to want your girlfriend.
I don't want you but I don't want you to want your girlfriend.
07/08
love me
- dolly at school
- She was Lo. Plain Lo in the morning. Standing five foot two in one sock. She smoked in her car and sang to herself. She wrote songs in her head when you took her on dates. She was jazz. She was the blues. She was high. She was not an artist, but she was good at a few things. That's why they still call her. And you should keep reading.
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