Boy you look good
Out in the neighborhood 
If we close friends
Then our enemies 
Should be shaking hands
Plottin on us to fall over 
Last call should be shells
Tipping over them bowling pins
Cause one thing
Nothing comes first
When you know you my last
Breath of living on this earth 
Call it my present to past 
Search for you in the darkest hour 
When I can not breathe
It's about to come to an end
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
Send me your lips as a text message
So I can kiss you through the phone
Here I am where you stand by your side
Listen to me your never left alone
Sucking down on that patron 
Invite me into your home
So we can start over
Afterwards I smell like your cologne      
 
      
 
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