"I'm water, you're the dry wood
equal parts misguided and misunderstood
but all the neighborhood
watched a fire burn from where they stood
as the smoke said
"we're not half as bad as God is good"
still there's a whisper in my ear,
the voice of loneliness and fear, so I say:
"devil, disappear!
I'm still (ehh... technically...) a virgin
after 18 years-
which never bothered me before,
what's maybe 50 more?"
I don't know...
I am just glad we are still friends.
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