you, your hands in your jeans,
were you waiting for me?
cause that's how I found you.
like honey on my lips,
I never thought I could get enough.
but I couldn't stop,
I thought it was real.
the rush, so intoxicated,
I look back and I hated,
that I couldn't tell.
just laughing at myself.
how could I ever go back for more?
that you took out, right when it started.
How can I get back what you can't give out again?...
I just let it out,
I will be stonger.
I put it back, just where you found it
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