you were a distraction
an itch to the scratch
how did you manage
to turn into comfort?
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Drunk Girls Don't Cry
PoésieI'd rather drown myself in shots of tequila and glasses of wine than pick up the phone and say 'hey baby, I'm not fine.'
two percent
you were a distraction
an itch to the scratch
how did you manage
to turn into comfort?
