Choose your words, Casanova
There's no angel in me
Crushingly wicked
And our violent mouths closing over...
We fucking liked it
Torn through the house
We're a disaster, we make headlines
Hovering above natural
Sticking to the couch during films
I lied about meditation
He drank it like hell
Chomping on your heart
I fed on it
While you choked on your angel dreams
Dark place is an understatement, babe
This is how good we hurt
When we're hungry
I'd like to say I've no capacity
But hey, it gets nicer
And letdowns get drunker
I leave in a hurry

Choose your words, CasanovaThere's…

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