.wine and honey, lipstick and spit,
you coming through the door with a cigarette lit.
and i'm not supposed to think your death wish is cool,
but then i see you knocking back tequilas by the pool.
and i am the yellow rose, growing near the ground,
waiting to climb something.
swea.
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