I've half a pack of marb lights,
an empty stomach and menthol lips.

My baby wouldn't kiss me again last night.

He says that he smokes enough for the both of us,
and I've come to think
that he's more than likely disgusted with me again.

Well,
My dirty habits creep up on him like a thirsty leech.
My filthy ways cover this apartment in the form of empty bottles.
My putrid heart needs your love (but really, anybodies.)
So I let you know that it's only you,
and I'm so lucky to have found you.

I've an empty pack of marb lights,
an aching stomach, and menthol lips.

05/18/2008

Posted on 05/18/2008
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