sunrise
My heart is fickle.
He was tripping on mushrooms, but he lingers around my hips. I could tell he wasn't sure of himself, probably high as shit, but I knew he wanted to touch me. He says, "Come with me upstairs," and I follow him dutifully; longingly. I can't be alone tonight. We barely leave the doorway and he has me in his arms, smothering me with his kiss. He says, "wait for me in bed." I say, "Will you meet me there soon?" but he responds with, "Probably not till after the sun rises." So I pout and I groan and I tell him I want to go home. He frowns and he stares at me hoping to make me weak. It didn't work (but really it did), and I stood firm and turned to leave. He pulls me back for his kiss goodnight, and I give him one to remember. Only he's high as shit on cocaine and shrooms, and I know he'll never love me.
He was tripping on mushrooms, but he lingers around my hips. I could tell he wasn't sure of himself, probably high as shit, but I knew he wanted to touch me. He says, "Come with me upstairs," and I follow him dutifully; longingly. I can't be alone tonight. We barely leave the doorway and he has me in his arms, smothering me with his kiss. He says, "wait for me in bed." I say, "Will you meet me there soon?" but he responds with, "Probably not till after the sun rises." So I pout and I groan and I tell him I want to go home. He frowns and he stares at me hoping to make me weak. It didn't work (but really it did), and I stood firm and turned to leave. He pulls me back for his kiss goodnight, and I give him one to remember. Only he's high as shit on cocaine and shrooms, and I know he'll never love me.