fuck me like the *star* you think I am
you've got nothing((nothing I tell you))on the things -inside- my head
let me taste your vodka stained lips [again]
Oh, no condoms? That's okay
fuck me anyway
we'll deal with what comes later
**later**
It's not like you've ever given me a reason anyway
you've still got nothing on the inside my head
but what if later comes now?
what if tomorrow is today and
!!BAM!!
there's c o n s e q u e n c e s for our actions
I've got that two-in-the-morning-walk-of-shame to look forward to
dorm rooms are only fun for a little while
with their malnourished and over-video-gamed inhabitants
but it's okay
fuck me like the star you 'think' I am
pour another shot
turn out the lights
BOOM.
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