Feb 13, 2005 22:30
*COLDER THAN ALCOHOL CAN REVIVE*
i hate coming home the next morning,
regreting what i did last night,
check my car for signs of her in the morning,
you'd hate me if you knew what went down last night,
i have to pass the test of your five senses,
to prove i didnt go to see her...when i really did,
i hope you dont see the lip-stick on my collar,
i hope you dont smell her sweet perfume on my jacket,
i hope you dont taste her lip gloss on my lips,
i hope you dont hear me caling out for her at night,
the things i put you through that you dont even know,
the places i've been that you dont even know i go,
i even close my eyes and pretend your her ever time we kiss,
only a beauty such as she could get me into this,