Punch-Drunk Love

[pretty sure i stole the first lines from tiktok, sorry]

Not fragile like a flower

Fragile like a bomb

My explosive nature 

Mistaken for being high strung

“Cart her away she’s drunk”

My mistake I thought we were having fun

Words hit me like I’m punch-drunk

I thought I could leave my mask by the door with my shoes and coat

Delve into you with a fearlessness- forget everything like a footnote

Forgot I’m not fragile like flower

The times ticking on my bomb

“Cart her away she’s drunk”

“Sorry, I thought we were having fun”



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