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The squeaky fan goes back and forth and I'm listening to the Beatles
freaking out and smiling in their hopefulness.
My lips are dry and lonely. like i'm going through withdrawel.
I washed my feet in a bucket and shaved my legs and moved back and forth to an earlier song.  I like to pretend I feel your skin against me.  I don't know why it has to be YOU, it's just easiest I suppose.
I like it when you make those small noises ..
Sometimes I smoke and you get on my mind
accident! of course. I was supposed to break the curse.
I turn my back on the screen and pretend.

You are inside of me.  Even though you won't.
I groancryslash my throat screaming "don't let me down" with Lennon as these, I assure you, completely unnecessary and naturally unrelated tears work their way up.
But you know you tell me I overreact the most.  It must be the hormones then.  I heard I was totally unbalanced.
Even though your kisses are wetwetwet and getting slowly less sloppy you're not supposed to be speacial.  But apparently my mind finds it amusing to create complicated scenarios where we slip off.
They say I'm too crazy. never in a bad way they assure me.  I like it that way.  I'll be the fucked-up one and we could drink tea in my room and I'll spill mine on the record that our cups sit on because you'll push me down like always.  You don't care in your obliviousness.  Well caress my body but begone from my head.  There I go again.
She's gone off and shake your head.
But I've been here all along.

Description
The squeaky fan goes back and forth and I'm listening to the Beatles
freaking out and smiling in their hopefulness.
My lips are dry and lonely. like i'm going through withdrawel.
I washed my feet in a bucket and shaved my legs and moved back and forth to an earlier song.  I like to pretend I feel your skin against me.  I don't know why it has to be YOU, it's just easiest I suppose.
I like it when you make those small noises ..
Sometimes I smoke and you get on my mind
accident! of course. I was supposed to break the curse.
I turn my back on the screen and pretend.

You are inside of me.  Even though you won't.
I groancryslash my throat screaming "don't let me down" with Lennon as these, I assure you, completely unnecessary and naturally unrelated tears work their way up.
But you know you tell me I overreact the most.  It must be the hormones then.  I heard I was totally unbalanced.
Even though your kisses are wetwetwet and getting slowly less sloppy you're not supposed to be speacial.  But apparently my mind finds it amusing to create complicated scenarios where we slip off.
They say I'm too crazy. never in a bad way they assure me.  I like it that way.  I'll be the fucked-up one and we could drink tea in my room and I'll spill mine on the record that our cups sit on because you'll push me down like always.  You don't care in your obliviousness.  Well caress my body but begone from my head.  There I go again.
She's gone off and shake your head.
But I've been here all along.