#flower hound

[caseyawhite-blog]

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Buddy, you’re a weapon cuttin’ into my life. I’m fuckin’ up on a metronome, count me out if you’d like. More comfortable in your bed. My pillow smells like your head. You could kiss me here instead. You could kiss me here and I’d let you live your life. 

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you’re gonna build a house and I’d help you sweep it out but, stayin sequestered’s in my best interest i know i’m sleepin on my back cause it’s better for the kink in my chest i’m sleepin on the porch cause it’s better for the kink in my spirit city to city, i make my own bed well i’m gonna prick my thumb and i’m gonna stoop so low i don’t need anyone else to humor me oh i know