make damn sure it’s forbidden

You’ve got this new head filled up with smoke
I’ve got my veins all tangled close
To the jukebox bars you frequent
The safest place to hide
A long night spent with your most obvious weaknesses
You start shaking at the thought
You are everything I want
‘Cause you are everything I’m not

And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close. How close is close enough?

We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close

I just wanna break you down so badly
While I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way

My inarticulate store bought hangover hobby kit
In talks, it says, ‘You, oh, you are so cool.’
Scissor-shaped across the bed
You are red, violent red
You hollow out my hungry eyes

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