Sex... Lust... Love?
Throw on some tears and shame.
Take away the pain
and add the recognition of two souls lost in time.
Put on some wrong words that seem to rhyme
Avoid to think of tomorrow and excuses
I hold you like I always knew I would
You crave me like I am your personal drug
I give in the crazy desire that seems to run
through my veins like some magical poison
Both of us bared our souls to receive the
glorious loneliness that comes in the
aftermath of ripping apart the right
and embrace the wrong.
