I'm lying in the dark, whispering your name Alex If death is the end, Will we finally find the answer? If death is not the end, Will I see you at the end of the road? Little by little I feel you grow old But I still have some memories to hold It was the first warmth of that autumn We sat on the steps, talking 'bout sex,and smoking cigarettes You touched my ankles , with the back of your hand You said I'm your own personal walking IV So why you leave me so easy? Alex I won't waste my youth on you, This is the last time I think of you
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