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"Wasp" |
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January is the color of her skin |
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February are her lips so inviting |
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Silk hair as short as her fuse |
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She is damaged, she's been misused |
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Her eyes reflect like the rain on the pavement |
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I take control, she explodes, sink into her depths |
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I am the tremble in her voice when she attempts to speak |
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Fixate on the frailty |
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We lie awake and watch it grow |
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She hesitates to grab a hold |
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Her body shakes, her breath is cold |
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To keep her safe is all I know |
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Her lipstick stains like acid rain |
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Dissolving away my sense of restraint |
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The street lamps burn through the cloak of the fog |
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Concealing the violence, I've been stung by the wasp |
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So come to me |
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No sense of restraint |
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So come for me |
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Come with me and disappear without a trace |
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Criminal in how I crave the way she tastes |
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I am the rapture in her head when she attempts to sleep |
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It's haunting, she kills me |
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No time or place to take it slow |
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And my head aches but I refuse to go |
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Her face as soft as snow |
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But she looks so lost but she feels like home |
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Her lipstick stains like acid rain |
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Dissolving away my sense of restraint |
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The street lamps burn through the cloak of the fog |
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Concealing the violence, I've been stung by the wasp |
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So come to me |
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No sense of restraint |
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So come for me |
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I will wait endlessly |
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I will break you carefully |
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So take me harmfully |
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You fit so perfectly |
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I will wait |
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Her lipstick stains like acid rain |
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Dissolving away my sense of restraint |
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The street lamps burn through the cloak of the fog |
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Concealing the violence, I've been stung |
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So hurt me again, it's not worth saving |
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The heart that I've spent my whole life breaking |
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The windshield cracks through the cloak of the fog |
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Concealing in silence, I've been stung by the wasp |
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So come to me |
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I've been stung by the wasp |
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So come for me |
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I've been stung by the wasp |
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No sense of restraint |
