over-rated boys seem to be what turns me on.
if you're so confident then tell me,
can you taste me on your lips as you turn your head and walk away?
lets get drunk.
you can drive me home and we can laugh.
and i'll wipe condensation on your face.
i want my makeup to stain your pillowcase.
but you know.
i dont have to tell you.
its not just about that.
i dont want to know why i cant let you go.
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