i forgot that peter pan is always chasing his shadow
i ask you what you want, you ask me why i left
i was chasing you, losing myself
to the vast churches
princess bitches and
joe strummer playing in the back ground
all the boys i love are cancers
all the boys i wanna fuck aren't interested
i decided to be a punk
burns marks on my arms
your smell on my lips
my room smells like who
ever past thro it last night
you say it's prostitutes from now on
i tell you i'm seriously thinking about a call girl career
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