Me Vs. Maradona Vs. Elvis

May 29, 2005 15:40

Desperate desires and unadmirable plans.
My tongue will taste the gin and malicious intent.
Bring you back to the bar.
Get you out of the cold.
A sober straight face gets you out of your clothes.
And they're scared that we know all the crimes they'll commit.
Who they'll kiss before they get home.
I will lie awake.
Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you.
Let you fall for every empty word I say...

Previous post
Up