It belonged to my ex, but I still wear it
Hell, my heart belonged to him, too
Once
but that motherfucker still beats
Words are said through lashing lips
and you can never catch them once they're hanging in the air
and kisses are given under train trestles
Kisses you can't fully enjoy but want to
when the devil's on your shoulder
and your heart is on your sleeve,
but someone else is on your mind.
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