August 3, 2014

"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull
and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull.

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the middle of my head

only you... you cool my desire.
Oh oh oh I'm on fire."

sigh.

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