Give me back my pictures of me. Me, you and him makes three. It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress and i hope you know. Like a bitch in heat, I hope she know.
So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows.
Staring at a parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet the characters don't speak and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors: Space always expanding.
So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, a photo the size of my fist I hope she knows.
A hiccup in paradise I keep you jealously to myself, in a photo the size of a kiss a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letterheads I'm dying about.
I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing. There's always one more thing. If I can't have you no one will.
Pushing a lover to love another. Are you turned on?
I keep you jealously to myself.
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