come alone
in the dark evening
when the air bites
at your exposed skin
like mosquitos flying in
the middle of winter.
come alone and we’ll
see whose a winner
i don’t want drugs anymore
or sex or friends or love
anymore. i don’t want to wake up
in the morning and feel
like i do anymore
so come alone, into the
darkness of winter
with me
and we’ll see
whose gonna lose.
i don’t want these fucked up
words or feelings anymore
the more i say the more
decay i throw into the blender
where i was born,
and i just don’t want to
see you in here dying with me
a second longer.
i’ve got a dirty room
and some pills to take
and i can’t quite grasp
the meaning of our games
anymore
so come with me,
come alone
in the dark evening
when the air bites
at your exposed skin
like mosquitos flying in
the middle of winter
and we’ll find out
whose the winner
of these games
we’ve been playing. |
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