Exit the bar into your own personal hell. 

You slam me into bricks and your

Lips on my neck the way you 

Pull at me. 

I smoke all day I let your

Hands drift over me I let you

Leave the lights on

All the time. 

You leave handprints, you go

Over me thoroughly. 

I step out back I spark the match. 

Your voice rattles the China. 

I am a wall covered in

Graffiti and big cracks, cartoon

Dicks and brilliant colors. 

You are not

Getting through 

But you still throw yourself against me. 

Mark me up, leave yourself

Bloody. 

You said loving me doesn’t stop hurting.

You don’t stop wanting to bury me underground. 

I say you probably should, I can see

How that would make things easier. 

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