Monday, September 12, 2011

Sucker love is Heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My heart's a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
'Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you


-Thank you Placebo-




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