Replaced my lip balm with superglue
Saving this last kiss for a stranger
Press finger tips and palms together
Like tomorrow is two years from now
Spur of the moments get me stones in my pocket
Spent the alcohol on cleaning wounds,
and restocked the bottles with listerine
Turning heads risks breaking necks
Thread the needle with your tongue
This is homemade loneliness
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