you've got this new head filled up with smoke and i've got my veins all tangled close to those jukebox bars you frequent, the safest place to hide.
a long night spent with your most obvious weakness, you start shaking at the thought. you are everything i want, because you're everything i'm not...
and we lay together, just not too close.
how close is close enough?
i just want to break you down so badly.
in the worst way.
my inarticulate, store-bought, hangover hobby-kit it talks... and it says "you, oh, you are so cool." you're scissor-shaped across the bed.
you are red.
violent red.
you hollow out my hungry eyes.
you hollow out my hungry eyes...
just not too close...
how close?
how close is close enough...
-louis
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