Bizzy Botty
not an ounce of inspiration left to believe
only a few stitches of clothing separating you and me
my descending fingers down your back
no use in turning back at this point
bizzy botty, i forgot where i left you
not enough breadth of motivation to carry me on
but your breath, your eyes, your intoxication takes me along
and here we are again, all over again
the same place we were last year, what's felt like a lifetime
bizzy botty, you forgot where you put me
the mood is relaxing, but not relaxing enough
i can't move too slow, i can't move too fast
you mutter a few words i don't hear, and hopefully never will
you reach around beside me, you go in for the kill
bizzy botty, you couldn't begin to regret it
my heart is marred, my love for you, dead
but things can continue to move on, even with things unsaid
what's the point of keeping up morals and values and truths
under whose jurisdiction are we ground to the tooth?
bizzy botty, what's it feel like to be used like you once used me?
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