a tongue like a bee,
and when she opened her mouth,
she stung visciously,
but i continued to come back,
cause i just couldn’t be alone.
the world is so much harder
to conquer on your own.
she go me buying her cigarettes,
for she was underage,
and cause she couldn’t get a job;
we were on a different page.
my girl loved to drink wildly,
she took shots in the stall
of some randomers toilets,
and she tattooed my walls
with her lying attitude,
but soon i’m moving out.
life was good with her,
but it’s better without.
Luka.