Dirty bed from dirty heads sweat bullets until you see the sun or just have to imagine what it looked like that day my miniature drug store by your record player depletes that was the sweetest thing you should have never said to me the heat in the house turned on right as I was getting used to and started embracing the cold just adding blankets covering everything but my dirty head in our dirty bed my escape and haven but just your place to sleep

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