I'm thirsty
for your love
and my outtards
are calling to be turned in.
I'll wash you away
like a fine wine
in my clearest glass.
I need the satisfaction
of watching you disappear.
by my hand
I need the humility of knowing
you're gone
and I can drink you away
like lovers spit
like lovers spit
like lovers spit
on the tip of my tongue
and I'm tired of this
same old drunk
fucking me up
i'm thirsty for your love
but I know it's not the same old quench
It's sour and bitter and cold
and my heart grows weary of being this way
I'll drink you away
like lovers spit
like lovers spit
like lovers spit.
heavy like lovers spit.
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