If relationships does stink, it would probably smell like gasoline.
Flammable, intoxicating, but weirdly addicting.
Which is why i always carry a lighter in my pocket just incase,
so i suggest you all stop rubbing all your romancing in my face.
Fuel me up with some loving,
I'm getting romantically hopeless by the minute.
Cruising fast, crashing, and falling -
I'm black and blue only for you and your wit.
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