Sunday, April 19, 2026

honey please don’t let me let you

the last thing i wanna do’s depress you

i'm at the bar where i first met you

i was looking for a chemical rescue

now the windows are wide open

but the doors are closed

it's time for you to get a clue

you're the one i adored the most

smoking on a menthol vacation

you never cared for my fixations

the bouncer's eyes say devastation

this tourist town's staring down damnation

honey please don’t let me let you

i really don't mean to distress you

a phone call's no time to attest to

i only care about our bedroom
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