I’m close to comfort with my task he said, when I asked
I want straight tonight, but I’m diverted all the time
Is that bad?
And when he hit me with his kiss
I tasted whiskey on my lips burning
Full of fire was he, who loved me
He’d hide in trees to oversee
the targets, hit on the liver or close to it
A figure filled his upper arm
A tattooed Calvin like his so
What a charm
But he kissed me with his fist,
I tasted teardrops on my lips burning
Full of fire was he, who undone me
His head’s at home, a heart o’ stone,
Said: live my life to ruine another one
Bought the sweet another shot
He dropped his guns for the drink was all he got
When he kissed me with his fist,
I tasted blood on my lips, turning,
Full of anger is he, full of hatred he’ll be,
he who learned how to kill me

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