Hurt me

Smoke cigarettes with me when we’re drunk.

Grab my hand and pull me through a crowd don’t make me lead the way.
Show me the stars in the sky and explain constellations to me even though you’re lying and I can tell.
Buy me flowers.
Hurt me softly because I’m fucked up and associate hurt with love.
Drive fast on back roads so I laugh-
Let me handle the music.

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