I walk into your arms with independence,
cocaine strips grinning widely.
we sleep together, you ask me if I ever dream.
your blood runs around with risks uncalculated,
you open the door and say it was inevitable.
push all the buttons.
I have a triangle where your fingers should be,
honestly, I love the thrill.
enjoy the ride you asked for.
you're not picking up -
you still don't get it, do you
the hunter's bullet lodges in my cracked ribs,
I can make it, I think, but barely.
you say I should smile more.
you're somewhere in this town, falling asleep,
not having this dream.
that's fine, that's fine, that's fine.
I don't know whose hands I feel around me,
but I changed my sheets to silk.
I want it to be quiet, no noise.
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