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Sweet addiction

The music is louder than sirens

As I thank Dionysus for another drink When your drunk the music feels more personal

And the gods feel closer than this person

Half whispering sweet nothings into a pretty boys ear

As you slowly fade away into the vanilla taste of his chapstick


Waking up the next morning with most the bottle gone

And the taste of vomit in my throat

The musics way to loud and I'm way out of ibuprofen

At least he's here with me even if he's not up yet

The guy sleeps like an angel and the morning sun just makes him look better

I'm at least half happy for last night


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