If it were you looking at me with your incisive eyes
I'd rather fall to my knees than know what crossed your mind.
Can my tired lungs be heard
as I scream into the unknown
with a knife in my hand swearing it's the last time
my heart is hindered lugubriously
and your are so snidley grinning as you tiptoe in
and draw destruction on my thighs
to apologize for pointing out my flaws.
I hate to go home, plastered and alone
With my heart bleeding on my sleeve
and a skirt down to my knees.
And a knife in my hand swearing this is the last time
Please,swear that it's the last time love.


 
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