The burn of alcohol
Since childhood still rings true
Confess your inner secrets
Or make new ones you'll never remember
No one likes the taste
But excess solves that
I can't taste this
I can't taste your lips
Maybe I just don't have good taste at all
I can't feel that I can't feel my toes
(Am I dizzy from our loss, or from the actual spinning I just did)
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