im sorry for always being in the all
but i love the way your head feels against my shoulder
youre the feeling of my spine poking against my skin
looking into your eyes i know i will never feel good enough

my breath feels like cigarettes
and i know that you will never like it
maybe come next year i will be back on track
and maybe come next year ill be what you like

three different beds and i feel just the same
hard to love chapped lips fragile hands

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