You tell yourself it isn't over yet
The distances...
Cave in to kisses, cold and wet.
Familiar exchanges
like needle pulling thread.
The empty movements that once were so inspired...
Desperate attempts to fan the flame without the fire.
The mattress creaks beneath
the symphony of misery and cum.
Still, we lie jerking back and forth
and blurring into one.
Cave in to kisses, cold and wet.
Familiar exchanges
like needle pulling thread.
The empty movements that once were so inspired...
Desperate attempts to fan the flame without the fire.
The mattress creaks beneath
the symphony of misery and cum.
Still, we lie jerking back and forth
and blurring into one.