Your memory is like a prison
I can’t run, I can’t sleep
Thoughts of you make it hard to eat
I can’t run, I can’t sleep
Thoughts of you make it hard to eat
Your touch was like a drug
Just stick the needle in
while I pulse and shrug
Just stick the needle in
while I pulse and shrug
leave, find that bar stool
I can’t unlove you
and I don’t want to
I can’t unlove you
and I don’t want to
Besides, she wants to fuck you
The truth is I’d rather lie here
with this band tight on my arm
and this one day rush of harm
than forget that you left me,
you left your love,
as I come down
and you let me drown
–
kristin l. cook
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