And it sits in my stomach, like an unsettled cigarette and a stale glass of wine.
I hate this feeling. I want you, I need you, I hate you, I love you.
There is no rhyme or reason.
Ive never been so unsure,
Falling in and out of your lure.
And you will sit in my stomach and I will wait for the next bite,
This feeling I have for you is too hard to fight.
I
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