Well here is me on tragedy
I always want what's out of reach
She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs
Fuck that night out with the guys
I never get a word in anyway
The telephone doesn't scare me anymore
You're home and I am here alone my dear
Always stupidly sarcastic my hyper spastic superhero girl
So break the bruised monogamy
And let him fade too memory
Your erotic wet atomic eyes keep reoccurring in my mind
Do me a favor please and touch your lips to mine
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