When Life Gives You Pineapples

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You cut me and then kiss the scars

You're dark as fuck, but your eyes hold the stars

If I am day, then you have the sleep habits of a bat

But your touch is cold and as deprived as an insomniac's

But still like fucks I'm attached

At the hands, the lips, or the waist

I keep your secrets like a good mime

And I take what I can get

Oh how I miss the good times

How could I forget?