Withdrawal
She doesn't soothe half as much as she used to . . .
Her curves are flattering.
Something about the way she speaks is irresistable,
Attraction is versatile.
Rack my brain and bring on the nosebleeds 'cause I love the addicition.
Complaints cease and happiness is the forenight's energy.
Dropping like flies after the last line subcomes to memory.
I alleviate my pain by the strokes,
Wait for morning, another chance at striking out gracefully . . .
Fate sealed indefinite.
She doesn't soothe half as much as she used to . . .
Her curves are flattering.
Something about the way she speaks is irresistable,
Attraction is versatile.
I retire to a stale relationship, inspiration hard to come by
'Cause they drain me.
Circumstance hinders my attention span and her body's cold.
Lifeless fingers engage this audible necrophilia,
I call this hobby release.
The short time inbetween the most intimate of affairs second to none,
But the buzz wears thin . . .
Non-responsive
Until memory and THC argue me back to the drawing board,
Torture I can endure until the makeup dries
And I'm alive inside the arms of resurrection.
You are the lover I've been expecting.
She doesn't soothe half as much as she used to . . .
Her curves are flattering.
Something about the way she speaks is irresistable,
Attraction is versatile.
Her curves are flattering.
Something about the way she speaks is irresistable,
Attraction is versatile.
Rack my brain and bring on the nosebleeds 'cause I love the addicition.
Complaints cease and happiness is the forenight's energy.
Dropping like flies after the last line subcomes to memory.
I alleviate my pain by the strokes,
Wait for morning, another chance at striking out gracefully . . .
Fate sealed indefinite.
She doesn't soothe half as much as she used to . . .
Her curves are flattering.
Something about the way she speaks is irresistable,
Attraction is versatile.
I retire to a stale relationship, inspiration hard to come by
'Cause they drain me.
Circumstance hinders my attention span and her body's cold.
Lifeless fingers engage this audible necrophilia,
I call this hobby release.
The short time inbetween the most intimate of affairs second to none,
But the buzz wears thin . . .
Non-responsive
Until memory and THC argue me back to the drawing board,
Torture I can endure until the makeup dries
And I'm alive inside the arms of resurrection.
You are the lover I've been expecting.
She doesn't soothe half as much as she used to . . .
Her curves are flattering.
Something about the way she speaks is irresistable,
Attraction is versatile.
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