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bleed merlot and paint my face with Your wine-stained kisses.
bleed merlot and paint my face with Your wine-stained kisses.
forgive me if my words have dried up at my lips;
i want to draw a map of all the places your mind wanders...
i've walked tightropes in hallways,
i don’t think that’s what he was warning me about when he told me i could overdose.
i wish i could go back and tell you:
behind bathroom doors, rumors uttered under breath
she burned her cigarette lips and truths into my forehead, asked me to forget