You kissed me drunk with your eyes closed, your mouth tasted like soap.
So appropriately soap, so apparently, soap. So apologetically now we're clean.
You took my hand as the doors closed, how was I to hold you, liked the girls who swore the most. I was used to eating Soap.
So appropriately soap, so apparently, soap. So apologetically now we're clean.
Soap, so appeasing are you to want to bathe me I may be filthy but in the puddles where the gold flakes float. Soap, so approach with eyes for flowers, and eden of just ours but when it's dead you'll water them the most.
You wrote inside the envelope, how was I to know?
So appropriately soap, so apparently, soap. So apologetically now we're clean. Wow, you're mean. Now, we're clean.
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