5-9-17
Wreck my responsibility,
Ever since I met you,
I've seen the better side of life.
And maybe, this doesn't matter.
(Does anything?)
Take my hands off the wheel,
Help me to let go,
So my knuckles aren't white.
I've got a knife, now,
I need you more than anything.
Words trigger like gunshots on a track,
Did I hear you talk murder?
(Do you know?)
Whether I love you,
I'm unsure,
But I can't lose you.
I keep coming back for more,
Like I've gotta have you.
Worse than nicotine,
Easier on the dreams than alcohol.
The walk to my front porch for a reason to get you off my skin,
And make sure they don't know I've seen you tonight,
Is only the beginning of the roads we'll walk.
I tell you I want to meet your friends,
But the truth is,
I knew them by name before you laid eyes on me.
They didn't talk much of you,
But I don't tell you that.
Your perspective interests me,
Sometimes we talk for hours and hours,
Sometimes you sit shotgun,
And sometimes, you do the driving.
You're the highlight of my days, lately.
We rack up a pretty nice reputation around here.
And I fuck with the fire on all your friends,
We lick at each other in flames of habit.
I don't know what you've got, but I've gotta have it.
This much I know.
Oh Mary Jane, be the Saint that saves me,
You do work with the devil,
But you're not in too close.
Maybe that's why you like me so much.
And maybe Satan likes the way you do it,
But maybe I do, too.
- (m.m)
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