Un-love by BF Jones

We escape into the night 

Where your lips meet mine 

Even though you don’t like me

And I don’t like you 

We try to fuck in a bush 

Even though it’s a holly 

And the ground is wet 

But I can’t be bothered 

And I enjoy your disappointment

As we rearrange our clothes 

And we go back to the party 

And I sip tepid beer 

While scanning the room 

For the next person 

I will pretend to love 

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