I’ve got desperate desires and unadmirable plans. My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent. Bring your back to the bar, get you out of the cold. My sober straight face will get you out of your clothes. They’re scared that we know all the crimes they’ll commit, and who they’ll kiss before we get home. I will lie awake, lie for fun and fake the way I hold you, let you fall for every empty word I say.

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