Intoxicating

[dont_tell_me]

I need something more intoxicating than you
And when I find what it takes, I'm gonna take two
You say that you're drunk off of loving me
And I say that you're fucked up and want to leave

It's just not enough
To settle my need
And you're more than enough
To make me bleed

Terrorist Angel
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I can't finish it. I'm hating all of this.
I hate the fiction we have become. How can anything be
real anymore? How can anyone accept this?