role call

secrets taste better on your tongue than mine. exchanging fluids- lets share deformities, not passing glances and passed notes or the passenger seat of your moms car. almost acidic, the dna were sharing. am i your last chance or your last regret? we could keep driving, see how tall that cliff on the outskirts of town is. the way i think of you is toxic. youve been there forever- maybe never. 12 was always my favorite number, what was your last name again, mine or yours? and why did i find it in the bottom of my sink last night when i woke up drunk?