The first time you swallowed me
There was no doubt in my mind that it was love
My cracked and bloodied fingers were the perfect fit
for your colorfully knit kid gloves
But the second time you did it, my certainty waned
I was as scared as a black ant caught in a slobbering rain
And though we hadn’t yet parted,
That’s when it started
For fear, I turned blackhearted and set our love about to
circling the drain
The first time you touched my face
There was no doubt in my mind, our nerves were kindred
You were the hottest bloom at the end of June,
And I was a fool not to pick you ‘til winter
Thrown and put together, just like pure science-fiction—
It was all i could do to be your two-penny prince
And though we hadn’t yet started,
fate had us outsmarted
From then, on, our course was charted
We were forever doomed to
circle the drain
And since the last time you called to me,
it isn’t unusual for me to tope
when the midsummer moon fills up my room
with the same china hue as your skin. I hope you
put my flowers in alcohol and choked off the bottle,
so they can live to see you happy in the arms of another
And when their color’s departed,
know that your plan isn’t thwarted
Those blossoms have only started
to know how it feels to
circle the drain
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