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Johnny drink
’s drinking blackberry poison
why you so
are you so ———– – — — GONE

I - said - we - dead around the waist

molting on pink legs
sweet little wings picked off
for another dinner in candlelight
you drink right you drink right?
I was in love and such a bad taste

YOU TASTE like motor oil on a long drive
grease in my teeth you taste like
burnt asphalt and roads
in Kentucky hills
you taste like snow in Pennsylvania
like a basement with boxes piled high
like coffee
like coffee
like coffee

is it too much to ask
a night with sweat picked off
deep deep red lips

you taste like a country road
and a father with a heavy hand

like coffee
like coffee

Johnny said you with him no more
he’s drinking up that poison
high? yeah, now now now
lace up my dress and head home