the good times are killing me

there's been a lot of seafoam pillow talk
the restless nights
my mind longs for sleep from this nightmare
i'm on unfamiliar pavement that feels like home
the most intimate moments are with my clothes off
breast as canvas
revealing the imperfections i've drawn out into the wild
and the flowing feeling of anticipation runs through my veins
the manic sense of today i can't contain it until tomorrow
i am rocked by your words
i am shocked through your experiences
argumentative towards my inner self
i dont want to get off the road
i want to go faster
i feel alive
like i'm constantly bleeding


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