Gasoline

Gasoline lips fueled our adenosine kisses

filling up on whiskey and cigarette wishes

your rubber met my asphalt, land mines

dodging, heaving blame on both fault lines

worn the tread off our poor tired hearts

trading each other for cheap spare parts

Revving my engines under a new hood

Stick shift ready,I’ll grind his gears good

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