It felt like shedding too much skin
An entire layer of me was missing
Cover me in bruises, your hand around my neck
Tell me you love me
Peace offering on the table
I haven't given it to you yet, not sure if I will
Maybe this works because we're both so fucked
Jokes about dying became so shallow
Washing down medicine with beer seemed right
Tell me to stop spewing bullshit
You were so much faster in September
Who knew love would be full of waiting
Bite me just a little too hard
Remind me who you fucking are
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