breathe. breathe. breathe. i'm looking up, seeing through your ankles, up to your teeth. with that chip of a tooth, it's sad that your father suggested a career in dentistry. there's a desperate look in your eye. like your underwear would come off. if not for your thighs, that you're scared that i'll see. so you turn off your one light in a stroke of brilliance.
breathe. breathe. breathe.
you're gently lying back, stealing with you the sheets. but don't you know that i'll only sleep with you if the lights stay on?
you've read my face and you guide my right hand to the clouds. maybe now is the time to be gone, be that guy you tell your friends about or maybe you won't.
breathe, breathe, breathe.
i've worn a sweater with no shirt underneath. it's dark and now i feel just sorry for you.
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