Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Archwood Duchess



I passed my wish into your lips
And burned your name behind my wrist
None of it was a gift
Stand back, let go and make me want you
Your hand won't know a better stunt to
Flip your heels in patterned waves
And break your heart until you crave
One real night beneath my rays
And I won't let you fall away
I'll keep your bruises mesmerized
By every little bed of lies
And yeah I still regret the time
I traded you for sex and Fries

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