Dry your tears, it will not help. Day drunk into the night, smoke me broke, if we are talking body, you got perfect one, so put it on me, I don’t want you to leave, because you dry my tears.
We fight, but its a little silly, so put your lips on mine, close together, another shot tequila by the fire.

In my mind I am crazy, but its easy not to show the madness outside.
Its like a red apple so fresh, but take a bite, just you dare, I promise the poison will kill your soul, but you take my sadness and burn it. Take another shot, breath the smoke into my lungs.

Best stay in bed, the feeling of your skin locked in my mind, I just want to keep you here.

Ally Du Pl