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A lot of things went wrong
To get me where I am today
We met, we laughed
We spilled hormones
In the way a whore moans
Praying to the pariahs of our desires
When in sex, we're insects
Then we welcomed heartbreak
Dressed in cool blues
Rinse my lips and repeat
Each time I did this
The girl became a new black spot
On the back of my lady bug
Ladies' bug
Deal with it.
They're good luck, you told me
Until they fly away.