box of bus passes, nowhere to go

Don’t think with me


Baby wouldn’t you love to be free?


Don’t think with me


I can be absolutely everything you need


Don’t think with me


Can I be your afternoon treat?


Don’t think with me


What good in that can’t you see?


Because baby


We need to be freed


And I’m greedily in love with you


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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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