Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armour of drunken lust I think when our clothes were on We had a different image of what this was supposed
Maybe it's time to hold onto one side, one decision Let go of the hand that holds me high above that great divide And beauty is the ease required for
Running in and out of breath Stained skin and teeth too red Incessant slamming in the tongue God forbid I spend one night alone Out to the parking lot
Between the ?? territory satellites Our children could be so much better off sacrificed than lost Just 200 miles out east Smothered in the sun's evening
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na Crawling through the dense green carpeting Untamed and Seventeen, tiny fingers couldn't pry their way
I'm lacking any discipline Pulling strings Tapping up your skin of porcelain ?? No longer need the sunlight At night we have it will suffice (?) Infatuation
Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate months against me. The sheets are stained with evidence that our remains are now, drifting away. I share with complete
Resurrect the evening, brought it back as it filled in Filled in something missing Something never there to begin You were so distraught Had never been
When I said you looked good baby I was thinking possibly or maybe We could head back to your crib Not where I live you see My situations quite sad I'm
If If you want If you want to be the one that he's thinking of You You just need You just need to understand Ah, just turn around Just turn around Whoa
Everything I once had The bar on 1st Avenue, we went there solely for you So you can flirt with my best friend Kiss a girl, tell me why you're laughing
Pulled from seclusion, dragged out of our room This construction is perfectly obstructing our view Paired up and placed back on to our path Compress in
Are you not the slightest bit confused? Just the truth The speed at which we move blends so well It's too soon Separate yourself from what compels you
for an end And at the end of your low you pin my shoulders against the mattress Arching your frame with your stomach pushed outward Your head titling
Have your lips graced another's yet Or am I the only one? Everytime I try to speak to you Those are the thoughts that run Say something else, girl I don
What started as a crush became an obsession It was the classic path You've taken the weekend home, you're believing That things are somehow getting done
So you regret the last five years of your life with me Don't you think that I feel the same way too? Don't you think that I feel the same way too?
The window fogs from my breath My face pressed up close, up close against Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight And praying for accumulation
