...ing the green bottle black wine spills my shirt touches my chest and tastes less than we said it would, but it did good we knew it would it did what we wanted it to, you did what I wanted you to but now can't rest for sense of ache, the heartbreak of morning drawing a line through me and rubbed out like, like, like nothing much and if you'd seen me now you'd never believe me then when I was bad, this is better but I sweat and I taste steel rods through your tongue and in my redraw mouth I empty everything I remember about myself into your pout and I'm out, hung, over, drawn, quartered, martyred, murdered, spent, saved, selfless, endless and reckless, I'll call you yeah.
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