It's just lips, two tongues, teeth and bliss
So why haven't I asked you for a kiss?
A goodnight-one on the lids of your April-Skied-blue eyes
if you'd rather not let me taste your moustached smile
Though the coast isn't clear
everyone can hear
as if my tape for your pink Walkman was streamable online
How couldn't you've admitted that you miss me?
You write you feel literal pain and that it's almost cruel
to not be in my company pouring beer in the breakers
and that instead you speed up and down stairs 'Raw Power' blasting
No, I haven't cleared the coast
the song of sealed lips
it is streamable online
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