Fingerprints
We’re left with fingerprinted bodies
Mine on yours and yours on mine
But I’ll admit, I’m the culprit
I would explain everything if there was more time
You just lay and listen to my words
Lay and indulge about how they’re all for you
Let me just prance my situation
Let me tell you what I go through
Day one, I drive
I dance with miles that plot our roads
I squeeze my eyes and try to remember your face
They open; I’m still in the same place
An exit lies seasons away from your unforgettable taste
Day two, I plot
I load a 270, and bit the barrel
But all I taste is rust
Your beauty squeezed the trigger
But my hope shed a glimpse of us
Another dream turned to dust
Day three, I drink
Lacking the courage to stop my beats
I hope a coma consumes me
I wait for a the day
When the mirror reflects a familiar face
I awake with a moldy mouth and your taste
There is no day four
My skin jumps with every beat
And I know that if I split open
Your eyes would widen as the red pours
You’re a god to the myth
So I'll began to pray
Wishing on empty stars for your happiness
Everyday
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