giving up premeditation,
str8 into life with no mind to hold me by,
head to the sky i clicked my heels to they rythem of lust,
wanted to catch your breath like a baby in my wilful lungs
but just kept tapping high heels like
loaded guns of skin on steel
on the asphalt
an imaginary line of will
that keeps us from floating up,
im giving up premeditation
and going down with meditation,
maybe this will clear my mind,
maybe someday i'll forget your shaking lines
and come clean with the answers you demand in time
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