i'm naked under these clothes

Jul 13, 2004 04:10

i've been bastardized to the bone, disappointment met me head-on,
still theres not a drop of regret in my half empty crystal polished cup.
the fragileness in the air you choked with left my skin tainted and bruised.
i wanted it as much as you did darling,
but i'm letting my moralistic thinking do the talking on my behalf.
our relationships noctural, with 3 hours of sleep, we're wasted in the day.
i could be dreaming at 4am but love,
whats the difference if its you im going to be dreaming of anyway?
Id be going through withdrawals until i sink my tongue in your drug called "heaven" the next time your here.
our ears could be swimming one at time in charming sweetly thought of lines,
but instead we use our wild tongues to hungrily exploit every part of this connection.
I honestly dont mind, because everytime we try to fight this,
it leaves us carelessly asking for more.
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