sweet liquid
I feel this wave of rage
why put yourself inside that cage
turing you in sweet liquid
bottled perfume with you in it
they sell you for a lesser price
cross the counter to lesser wives
even when they smell like you
there better lies will shine through
and I’m left in this room
with an empty bottle of perfume
still your stuck in my nose
in my mind and in my clothes
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