Chastity - Trepidation

trepidation
i like it best
when you stretch
the neck
of my shirt


the drugs they don't work
they make it worse


you came to me
and you speak
kindly
at the cemetery


the drugs they don't work
they make it worse


dreams aren't dreams
when you can't leave
a ghost of a sweet thing
i'm not free
i'm empty
grip my fist my ring's sinking in
sing


burn a little hole
in my soul
burn a little hole
in my soul

Written by:
JOHN D WILLIAMS

Publisher:
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