To sit besides you. That's all I want right now. Your warmth against my skin. Your heart against my ear.
As I choke on this empty cigarette, my thoughts drift to your scent, your sight, your love: my love.
You fit me like a glove. You'll know this by tomorrow.
As I choke on this empty cigarette, my thoughts drift to your scent, your sight, your love: my love.
You fit me like a glove. You'll know this by tomorrow.
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