Neighbors Borrow Sugar

In my diary, secretive speech between yearning lips

Home isn’t home, we feel dead, our lovers gone

In a situation we never imagined

Everything was fine then famine came

Left for dead, covered in our shame

Better not complain, or eyes roll like dice in a game of chance and we are losers now.

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In need of sugar

Borrow a cup full of kissed sugar

In need of sugar

All we’re lacking is sugar in this recipe.

/

We should be desired, right?

Substitutions, they don’t miss our kisses

Tired of begging, waiting, hinting, asking, fighting emotionless brick walls

Hiding visits because we’re undesired goods under sheets

In the beginning beauty reigned, lately it’s been tear stains no cum stains.

/

In need of sugar

Borrow a cup full of kissed sugar

In need of sugar

All we’re lacking is sugar in this recipe

/

Better not complain, or eyes roll like dice in a game of chance and we are losers now

Better not complain, or eyes roll like dice in a game of chance and we are losers now.

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