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you see, there was this boy and everyone called him a cool drink of water but he didn't set my heart on fire like he was supposed to. he dampened my spirits and left me drythroated in his endless desert of dusty dreams blowing around like tumbleweed in the hot wind. sand got into my eyes. sometimes he came with a lemon on the side and that made me feel special until i realized that his only flavor, personality and charm came from the citrus and sometime there were no refills.

there was this other boy; people said he would be just my cup of tea. i brewed him along with other herbs and the scent of him filled up my room. i told myself i could get used to this but i was just saying that to please the stuffy aristocrats. he came along with a selection of tea cakes and sugar lumps and i feared that was the only sweet thing about him. the teacups were too small, the porcelain too delicate- i wanted to find you but you were bundled up in your teabags and i couldn't find the opening.

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then i met this boy in a dodgy bar and he was a straight shot of vodka. i thought i could handle him so i knocked back a few and i went insane. i could tell from the tingly feeling in my stomach and the way my toes curled over the edges of the universe when he took me to the top of the world. he washed over me and we were walking on air, dancing along the milky-way. my vision started hazing near the edges but the world never looked so beautiful. i guess it was just the alcohol, that potent love.

he took me back to the bar and i realized he was more of a cocktail. i must have ordered him from the bartender 'cause he was exactly what i wanted: two parts magic, three parts believable and just a dash of accelerator in an inferno waiting to happen. he came with a little umbrella and he promised me together, in good times and bad. we sipped slowly and watched the stars grow bigger in front of our eyes. i woke up next morning with his taste on my tongue and i wanted some more.

[when we fell in love, we ignited in flames and even after the alcohol had burned away, we were still addicted to each other]

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you see, there was this boy and everyone called him a cool drink of water but he didn't set my heart on fire like he was supposed to. he dampened my spirits and left me drythroated in his endless desert of dusty dreams blowing around like tumbleweed in the hot wind. sand got into my eyes. sometimes he came with a lemon on the side and that made me feel special until i realized that his only flavor, personality and charm came from the citrus and sometime there were no refills.

there was this other boy; people said he would be just my cup of tea. i brewed him along with other herbs and the scent of him filled up my room. i told myself i could get used to this but i was just saying that to please the stuffy aristocrats. he came along with a selection of tea cakes and sugar lumps and i feared that was the only sweet thing about him. the teacups were too small, the porcelain too delicate- i wanted to find you but you were bundled up in your teabags and i couldn't find the opening.

- -

then i met this boy in a dodgy bar and he was a straight shot of vodka. i thought i could handle him so i knocked back a few and i went insane. i could tell from the tingly feeling in my stomach and the way my toes curled over the edges of the universe when he took me to the top of the world. he washed over me and we were walking on air, dancing along the milky-way. my vision started hazing near the edges but the world never looked so beautiful. i guess it was just the alcohol, that potent love.

he took me back to the bar and i realized he was more of a cocktail. i must have ordered him from the bartender 'cause he was exactly what i wanted: two parts magic, three parts believable and just a dash of accelerator in an inferno waiting to happen. he came with a little umbrella and he promised me together, in good times and bad. we sipped slowly and watched the stars grow bigger in front of our eyes. i woke up next morning with his taste on my tongue and i wanted some more.

[when we fell in love, we ignited in flames and even after the alcohol had burned away, we were still addicted to each other]