I like the way your fingertips
Smell of cigarette smoke
And try to make the best of life
When you're miserable and broke
I like the way your lips are rough
And you try to eat the skin
And in bad habit we are skipping meals
And growing slightly thin
I like to draw your jaded face
And pretend that you're not there
We repeat ourselves everyday
And write the things we wouldn't dare
Do.
You.
Hey.
You.
Do.
Smell of cigarette smoke
And try to make the best of life
When you're miserable and broke
And you try to eat the skin
And in bad habit we are skipping meals
And growing slightly thin
And pretend that you're not there
We repeat ourselves everyday
And write the things we wouldn't dare
You.
Hey.
You.
Do.
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