I'm not of a mood or a
mindset to linger
On the work or the play
I've got under my fingers,
But I've three-fourths of a
mind to start dragging the tips
Up over your skin 'til
I stop at your lips,
But you seeped through
my brain where the outside world cracked it.
My heart only pumps out
when I'm feeling distracted.
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