By Daphne Martin
I've sucked, fucked and been drugged since you said we were just friends. I just can't bare the idea of not touching you again.
The feeling that comes when you find a rose, not any rose and set it aside, to later place it in your home and then just discard it like trash.
Use cocaine as a new ally, it makes me feel welcome. Going out and just saying hi to unwanted sighs. Bless my night so I can dine another hitman on the side.