Picture this, Romance
Your cigarette taste is enough to get me through
Dance floor after dance floor i'm biting down hard
Wishing someone would hit me so I feel hard
And the whiskey is flowing in me tonight
The daze gets me through
We all need to escape
And I can't see any other way
So this seems good enough to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem