BURNT WEEKEND



Awake to reality
I pray the week never ends like burning paper pages
noise in my vicinity bubbles and bottles
I'm wasted with you but I'm sick of not waking with you

Bonjour belle fille
Waking away from you makes me hold still
A pillow would give the feeling but not the memories
I want you stucked right here

If I were blind I'll know your every smell
Roses on your suit will count
If I'm drunk, my displacement will end at you
Don't live a day, don't take me by the hand

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