Testo Kids, Kids, Kids

when the line between truths is as shallow as your breath when you sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were what we once were like cheap red lipstick and whore house perfume disregard our potential cause honey we've vanquished all those fears and replaced them with lust every second of love just a few more thrusts and our love will be gone and i will be vindicated and i will be lost