whore with wings

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you give him your hand but you give me a smile

and i try not to wince while you're still watching

we can both play fake if it makes you happy

(and i can patch up my wounds when you turn)

play the game with a girl more plastic than we are

dance the steps only made for two

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you give him his clothes as you give me a look

and i remember to turn around as he's dressing

because eyes like mine aren't meant to watch him

(and eyes like yours don't seem to want to)

act blind as he passes a bill or two, three when he gropes you

walk away when his hands continue to search

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you give her a smile as you give me a shove

and i choke down tears as i make my feet move

money is money, so friends aren't quite friends

(and maybe it hurts, but paint is great for smiles)

wipes of tears like i'm wiping sweat from my brow

pretend like i don't care because you don't either

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you give her a glare as you give me a plead

and i hate how i feel when you're hopeless

i'm always the one you come to when you're stuck

(and like fuck if i can't seem to not help you)

send her out the front door without an explanation

let you bring me down to your level as you fall

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you give me a moan and you give your shoulders

and i shove my terror down somewhere in my bones

because it's you, you know, and my hands shouldn't tremble

(and you hold them when they refuse to stop)

bite my lip while your hands trail up to my ankles

beg when you know nothing but hesitation

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you give him a grin and then give me a frown

and i play like it, the whole shit, doesn't matter to me

you like to fake, remember? and your happiness is mine

(and maybe your flinch becomes mine too)

shrug because you started this game and we play together

give up when we remember how

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Dedicated to: Amy. Ha whore! It did turn out long. Thank you for inspiring me.