I miss you...
Until I think of all the things that are ruined by you:
Like, double shots of espresso and at least a dozen songs.
Green paint and strip clubs.
All my favorite bars and the roof of anywhere I'll ever live.
Men are ruined and women too.
Computers of any kind and currency.
Desks, telephones, melatonin, and frozen fruit.
Sushi, pizza, pasta, and blue moon.
Patron and pinot noir are broken.
Black and white don't even remember my name.
Cowboy boots and hats and blow jobs and television.
Brown sheets and cuddling.
Sage.
Until I think of all the things that are ruined by you:
Like, double shots of espresso and at least a dozen songs.
Green paint and strip clubs.
All my favorite bars and the roof of anywhere I'll ever live.
Men are ruined and women too.
Computers of any kind and currency.
Desks, telephones, melatonin, and frozen fruit.
Sushi, pizza, pasta, and blue moon.
Patron and pinot noir are broken.
Black and white don't even remember my name.
Cowboy boots and hats and blow jobs and television.
Brown sheets and cuddling.
Sage.
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