Playing With FireWritten By Alley Iovino

 

You have me here down on my head contorting my body parts asking if you like it like that? It’s impossible to please, the pleasure that’s already dead. It’s surprising that I’m still here surprised that I let you win. Its been two damn years too long. And my bones are tired of hitting yours dead on. Still answering your calls, Still playing with a ticking time bomb you’re drunk and you call me baby doll. So tired of that worn out song, how it makes my thong come off justifying flirtation with mild intoxication, I cant smell you on my skin, you leave to quick to sink in God forbid we do things right. And end up with a good life, Take your time but I’m getting out of line. So what if my love is too hot to taste, and what if my heart was too hard to break. Oh boy I think we’re complicating things What it’s so damn easy to leave And what if I never look back on these things I’m sick of you complicating things
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