Why don’t we rock on anymore?
Why did you punk out again?
Why did you sing it to me, if you’ll never hear the song?
Why do we keep fucking eachother?
Go, On.
Fuck me again.
I’ll only cry when you close the door.
I love you, hate you.
You love me.
Because you sit outside and Listen.
(September 7)
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