My Apologies
Sharing cold kisses
and another numb f***
I don’t want a future, dear
I guess you’re out of luck
Where there used to be electricity
all there is is stale breath
So touch my darkened heart goodbye
I’m sorry we part before death
Love should never be a chore
I care, but like you’re a brother
And incest isn’t really my thing
So you’ll have to love another
Copyright © Alex Brown | Year Posted 2010
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