skinny love
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hi my name is sky this is a song I am writing come on skinny love just last a year poor a little salt we were never here my ,my,my,my,my, my,my,my,my,my my my staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all cut out all the ropes and let me fall my, my,my,my,my my,my,my,my,my my my Right in the moment this orders tall I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balance I told you to be kind in the morning I'll be with you but it will be a different kind I'll be holding all the tickets And you'll be owning all the fines come on skinny love what happens here suckle on the hope in lite broadside my,my,my,my,my my,my,my,my,my my my sudden load is full so slow the split I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balance I told you to be kind Now all your love is wasted then who the hell was I cause now I'm breaking at the britches and at the end of all your lines come on skinny love my,my,my,my,my my my
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"I'm not good for you, Scott." I say, my voice sounding louder than it did in my head. Scott rubs his face in exasperation and groans before turning to face me. "Sky, you are. You are and that's why I'm in love with you, because you're good and I hate it because I'm constantly afraid that you'll push me away like you did before, but I love it at the same time because you make me want to be good too, to give a shit about things. Christ, I quit smoking for you and it's been hard but I want to make you happy. Because you are good, and I know because you've been through so much crap and you are still so fucking beautiful, inside and out. If you leave me now I won't be able to cope, please. Please, Sky." At this point his hands are covering mine, kissing them with endless pleads and his eyes are glazed over and impassioned, burning with the fire of a thousand suns, boring into mine as he gives himself to me and I'm utterly overthrown. ******************************************************************* Boys. Make-ups. Break-ups. Parties. Drinking. School. Friends. Enemies. In other words, being 16-going-on-17. Sky Brodie is heading towards the end of Sophomore year in California, dragging along with her an endless bane of uncomfortable predicaments. What do you do when the world is trying to make your life unspeakably miserable? How do you work your way through a Mess?

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