1226 - of whats’isface

If your body were cold like
The tallest glass of gin
I’d throw you back, pull you down
And burn away my taste buds
To suffocate the taste of sin

And if your lips were Jaeger
I’d shot myself straight in the head
Time and time over
Raise and repeat
Till fingers come back red

If you hands were rum and cocaine
I’d fill myself on snow
Angels in the playground
Drinking in your liquor
High on all that you don’t know

....but if your mind were made of licorice and
Sweet Bacardi black
Then i’d break the bottle
Beside the habit
And never once look back