cocaine arms.

i prefer cocaine arms and too-thin thighs.
i prefer you and me together [cocaine habit, too-thin lies].
we'll always love, over and over and over again.
we'll never stop.
our hearts aren't cold, our hearts aren't gone.
they're just tired and broken, sad and lacking oxygen.
i prefer cocaine arms and too-thin thighs.
i prefer bones and bones and dreams and bones.
and i'll always love, over and over and over again.
until my bones are too worn,
until my eyes no longer see.