Trickle, trickle
Drip, drop, drip
Cut away the morphine drip
Put away the honest bottle
Lie to me
Fickle, fickle
Porcelain doll
Holding on to dreams long lost
Give away your finger ringed
Lie to me
Passing glances
Passive glances
Cold, stone eyes
Hiding flames
Feeling nothing
Trading papers
Breathe the scent in
Just a hug
Needing words
It’s calculating
Promise nothing
Hope to break
Maybe someday
Maybe never
Fuck yourself
I’ll hold on tight
Simple, simple
Nothing longing
Slide away from smoke and cry
Loving lost in thought filled rooms
Don’t you die
Pleasing freezing
Hardened stares
Keep in the sharpened breath while you walk away
Lock away the years shared
Don’t you die
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