Closer

I had a friend
Who had an outlet
Tobacco plant
She spoke in accents

A heart so sweet
A bitter ending
She came to me
As if unhealthy

Her father was a priest
But she only went on Sundays
She needed oxygen
As if I could breathe it to her
Her hands around my waist
And taste of her lips so tender
(I remember)

She smoked her cigarettes
After she undressed me kindly
She spoke in soft duress
As she whispered above my right cheek
She "likes the feeling"
(And I think I like her)

But after her pack was empty
She said it had to be over
I should've known that she wasn't thinking
I should've known she's not sober
I can't believe her, It's overwhelming
And now we'll never be closer



Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Centella
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