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collector's token

All love is, is bodies and falling for their soft touch, love its physical first,
nothing but lustful thirst, we can try to hide it,
but it finds us when we are weak,
and when we can't speak without touching,
then life without recommence,
or a moment to make amends we spend eternity searching for sex, and it effects all of us,
directs the fall in love, but the words from above they say that's a sin, and when we begin to end the sins and hate ourselves more and more and more, and before we know, we're adored
but not for your heart, sure it's a part of it,
but the smart people, who let wit guide, know you'd have lied by now about something by now,
they tear it out of them, they wear that part of them out, and shout doubt away,
but you'd say that we can't lay here without giving in, you're what we call fearful, and then your eyes are tearful, and we're full of shit you say, so full of it,
the kind of way that makes it hard to tell what's real, so to hell with it, to hell with wit, we're smitten, and is this what we call love? Isn't it? Cause I can say it's a huge, "fuck you," to the sky, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, and I'm not gonna try to fight it. I'm gonna give into you and that's when we say the world's  fucked. You're such a collectors token, I can't call you a slut, to harsh, but, fuck it.
Tell the boys to shut the fuck up, at least you can put up and not need a shot to let the anger out, but the thought did not elude you, it's no stranger to you, so don't get spooked when you see it, god I hope he's not a dick, but I hope you can suck it, make him forget your name. Then get made out to be a whore, then think you're nothing more. Fall apart in your room and he'll call it a day. I wish I could hold you, but I told you goodbye like I did, when I did, because I meant it.