cocain - cobain
as i'm sittin' on my couch, thinkin' bout you
whilst im listenin' to the same song on repeat, whistlin' to it rhythmically
typin' the words i love you smilin'
the window open, the cold brease flowin' through my hair
breathin' in the toxic of nicotin, smokin' in ma underwear
the sound of your voice stuck in my mind, moanin' my name
callin' me overdosin' beautiful, i guess i can be your cocain
the main thought in my brain, like a game
coming through with flame, a good aim, insane
shot through the rain, the fire didn't maintain
right when i came, left a stain, i'm all yours to claim
inflame and entertain me, like i'm one of your videogames, let me be your endgame
with gifted passion and a lyric so twisted, that it makes me manic remain
no need to explain, you know who thought love was like cocain; Kurt Cobain
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