“Talking” Pt.2


Nicotine and a bottle of wine
You know how many girls think they’re mine
You know how many never cross my mind
You know how hard my heart is to find
No love and affection
Walls up for sanity and protection
Lost soul with no sense of direction
In the bathroom staring at my reflection
I’m just like my dad
You might be the best I ever had
You might not be good with honesty
But you might just be the one for me


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