giovedì 6 novembre 2014

"Blood Bank"

"Well I met you at the blood bank 
We were looking at the bags 
Wondering if any of the colors 
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags 

You said "see look thats yours! 
Stacked on top with your brother's 
See how the resemble one another 
Even in their plastic little covers" 

And I said I know it well 

That secret that you knew 
But don't know how to tell 
It fucks with your honor 
And it teases your head 
But you know that its good girl 
Cos its running you with red..."

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