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it was far away, another time. I was yours and you were mine. we stayed in bed all day and half the nights. we painted the halls of your flat with water colored roses. we talked of real estate and children. marriage and freedom. rolled up dollar bills surrounded the bed. like a circle of salt. protection. we had it all. bags and bags of everything. bags of our love. bags of our addiction.. it was not enough to last forever.
it was the last line. it was never as good as it felt as it burst for the first time.
oh how we tried, up till the last line.
blinded by the disco ball, you dragged me through all the blank faces in the club. through all the raining glitter. through the shining dancing bodies. the two of us locked inside the gray bathroom stall. it smelled like urine. stained with black marker promises of blow jobs and good times. you yelled at me. i was looking at the tiled floor. contents of my purse scattered across our stall. everyone in there must have known what was going on. different shades of grey. i couldn't breathe. you kept yelling.
you thought i lost the vile.
it was the last line. you were never as sweet as you were when we kissed for the first time. but oh how we tried. up till the last line.
we are in your living room. everything is empty here. all there is are two bean bags and credit cards with white powder stuck in all the eights and zeros. we are searching for a spec of dust, just enough for both of us.
i knew our love was over.
you couldnt share.
it was the last line.
it was the last line. it was never as good as it felt as it burst for the first time.
oh how we tried, up till the last line.
blinded by the disco ball, you dragged me through all the blank faces in the club. through all the raining glitter. through the shining dancing bodies. the two of us locked inside the gray bathroom stall. it smelled like urine. stained with black marker promises of blow jobs and good times. you yelled at me. i was looking at the tiled floor. contents of my purse scattered across our stall. everyone in there must have known what was going on. different shades of grey. i couldn't breathe. you kept yelling.
you thought i lost the vile.
it was the last line. you were never as sweet as you were when we kissed for the first time. but oh how we tried. up till the last line.
we are in your living room. everything is empty here. all there is are two bean bags and credit cards with white powder stuck in all the eights and zeros. we are searching for a spec of dust, just enough for both of us.
i knew our love was over.
you couldnt share.
it was the last line.