- to Don Leblac -
To bring death to my lips
and claim it back as if it was yours
is like singing a bunch of shit
to a kid you claim you once loved
Don't bring me pain or jealousy
or even think of promise love
what you have is what I will take:
Just sex and drugs and rock and roll
I met you once, or maybe twice
And on those times you gave me that:
Just what I want and a little more
I will take it and give you no regrets
Don't promise me more,
Don't be so sweet.
What I take I won't give back
What you give is pure and free
What I take I won't give back
I am like a child, a putrid soul
I will have sex and love and more
You are a dream, a cute (my) boy
But what you give is my, no throws.
Please stay away, and close to me
Don't stay so close, stay right here
What I want I can't define
Give back what never was once mine.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
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