I am a paintbrush upon your face smearing my colors for you to taste
Tell me those lies make me ache
Give me your heart for me to break
Spit in my mouth you make me say
words that I know are just a mistake
Gripping you’re hands around my neck
Sucking the life from inside my chest
I live to count you’re every breath
You live to be my next regret
But What is love without suspense
A drier need we all expect
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