[Flashback]
You know
sometimes I think I'm still
afraid of you
and sometimes maybe I'm still in love with you
other times I sometimes still wake up with a dry mouth
and cold sweats
screaming your name
until my throat is so sore damn I swear I'm gonna bleed
gagging on those memories
those ghosts of bloody noses and broken mirrors
keep me up all night like alley cats
raping each other in the street
But I also think that ain't all
[Hangover]
because after all these long and tired weather beaten years
when we both stopped looking like we
did when we were sixteen and got gray haired and bitter
I think we both know that
we can never really leave each other
[Overdose]
That's why after all this time we can meet up
we can eat some stolen pills
chug a beer or two and finish off a warm bottle of wine
then talk about all those old hard knock times
while
we can sit together on your bed
and use
super glue
to patch up
dirty glass cuts you made all over your legs
Smack Thompson
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