Pump FakeSo when did cigarettes start cluttering your hands?
I ponder this some nights alone when I undress.
And what do you do with those boys I see you with,
or better yet, what would I do if you came back?
I’d say no, or I hope I could, but I still want you.
And what do you think I would do after you left?
Would I stay sober? I think it’d be much worse.
I’d cut my arms off. No regeneration.