I don't want to drink anymore but I want some
Seconds spent with your eyes centered upon
Me while you pour out my whiskey and rum
It touches my lips, I look up, you're gone
Walk away now, you know that's much better
We won't exchange...we're just not allowed to
God I feel chained, tied down by my fetter
Which keeps me alive, from just letting go
I'm strangling us all, most of all him...
Remember when I brushed against your lips
The nightclub toilet, you bit in my skin
Wrapping both of your hands around my hips
They would call what we did then illicit
But what we felt...well can you dismiss it?
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