A disaster waiting to happen
With your smooth lines and hypnotic ways
Told you I love you and you told me about cars
Should have known that your hands on my hips
And your tongue in my mouth didn't mean forever
I was your little play thing
Wind me up and let me go; I'll just come back for more
I always loved the way your hands grabbed tight
Onto the curve in my waist
You always were the type of cocaine to be
Laced with rat poison; So destructive.

My eyes burn
The words you spoke
More destructive then the cigarettes
Lungs filled with chemicals; 4,000
Your promises mean nothing
Lies were all that was there
I hope you remember my kiss
With every grad you promised you had stopped
You were just a summer fling
Gone disgustingly good.
Horribly bad.