grunge
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I climb out my window just to see if I can.
My parents used to be police officers, no joke,
yet here I am in the clubhouse of a legitimate gang.
Jinx knew she was in trouble when she saw his name flash across her screen.
He, the almightly nail-painter, combat-boot-wearer, bipolar feelings-fucker,
he needed her.
I mean, she was assuming that's what this was about.
I am hungry for your forgiveness and I have no idea why.
But, I am ravenous for anything besides this cop-out silence
This head buried in hands woods on a foggy day silence
Slurred words
Blurred lines
Raw emotion
And cold rhymes
Hot desire
Left to burn
