Vulgar Necessity

What am I but a careless whisper in the night
Dancing duets with myself because it makes me feel pretty
Drunk on madness and self loathing
I take another sip of wine
Red like my sweet wet lips pleading for a kiss
Why wont you kiss me
Why do I have to get sloppy for you to love me
Tell me I’m pretty while you take me
Shimmering thoughts of vulgar necessity cloud my mind
Do you ever think of me when your’re with your family

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