The lit up mirrors and the scented mist,
wont conceal my every imperfection
trying to remember every girl I kissed
as I scrutinise my reflection.
I savour every second of my soak,
cleansing away each and every flaw
before I leave the house in a cloud of smoke
leaving my shadows in a darkened awe.
The washing continues straight down our throats
as our tongues combat those prangs of guilt,
we both make our excuses, collect our coats
and return to where acquaintances were built.
And when the night ends it will start again
washing my impurities down the drain...
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