Last night while I was asleep I washed away my pores And had my last conversation with you the way I usually can There were whirling little spinners that tickle the rough of my hands And a weekend exchange but I want you to know just in case You wanted me to take your hand Well I can see the blazing good And my love for your mellow soul And I cant hate you cause youre free And youll be wealthy when youre old Kissing in the flaccid points between our sin soaked night And we spin wax with the favoring dream mixing our heads up with weak There were moments which I would regret and then later ask why And when I went outside as if nobody knew but the sky To whom I made shady deals regarding money and girls Well I cant be done with cheap thrills And when I thought I felt safe While I could scrape at my old love There was a mountain of new taste Hey motion eye, oh how youve turned into a certain type Of ugly person when your ship has sailed Then all of your shit will fly away
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