This is the day you stray away from the other groups, and walk with it.
Limp limbs, limp limbs.
Hand it a drink and sit right next to it.
Its thighs have always been your favorite.
Appealing, its looks led it right to you.
Fucked.
This is what I don't like.
That's what I like.
Payment, the initial act.
The arching of the lower back.
Decaying, it will always ache, but it will always get paid.
