Bloody Tits
Cut my lip on a milky nipple
crabs get shot with rock
Kibbles and 8 bits for the same shit
cooling down, old and a bore
Draggin dookie on the dance floor
hang it up
hand it over
why the rush
rage cheeks
Young enough to hold down
replay hormonal growth spurts with sound
Junkie for feelings
security fishing
Door to the theives
steal all the beating
“You’re not my friend, you’re a bad dog!!”
Commence the tear flood gates opening. Note to self, if ever I miss the feeling of salty drops of water running down my face I need look no further than Anne-Marie, that little girl just gets me right here.
