Dressed In Black

Dressed in Black,

Shes always dressed in Black.

So alike we are,

Yet so far apart,

Yeah, were the same.

She staggers in,

Smoking,

I stumble in,

Vodka and Gin,

She offers me,

I take a sip,

Aggrevates,

Poison lips,

Then we kiss,

Just for fun,

Our lips meet,

And we are as one.

Until the next time,

When we're not friends.

Until the next time,

We make amends.

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