That Little Scar on your Lip

Just please don't make me stand up

Please let me sit a while

and drink a little more

Your face is so damn perfect

a marred moon ever gorgeous

I beat against my moor

Why wont you fucking leave me

Your company just hurts me

I'm stuck behind a door

Your hair upon my pillow

and bottles on the floor

more and more I love you

The chore I now abhor.