The Feel Good Drag
"I'm here for you" she said
and we can stay for awhile,
my boyfriend's gone,
we can just pretend.
It was your entire fault.
I honestly didn’t know you were with someone.
‘Who needs men, when you have your best friend?’ you purred into my neck.
I honestly didn’t know you were lonely.
‘Just come over and watch a few movies!’ you pleaded. ‘It’ll be like old times!’
And I sure as hell didn’t know I was going to be your target.
‘Vodka or Rum?’
The one thing I did know was that he was out of town.
‘I dunno where he is. Who cares?’
I honestly didn’t know he was at his father’s funeral.
‘ …. ’
A lonely cellist begins to play in my mind.
Lips that need no introduction
Now who's the greater sin,
Your drab eyes seem to invite
(tell me darling) Where do we begin.
You know as well as anyone, how irresistible you are.
‘Please, just sit with me?’ you pouted. ‘I’m cold.’
Oh no, you’re hot. You’re hot, and what’s even more dangerous? You knew it.
After the fourth glass of Vodka disappeared, I realized it had been replaced with the worst kind of confidence. As you licked the last drop off of your beautiful lips, I knew my restraints were waning; my will to stop you was wavering. And as you licked that last drop off of your beautiful lips, you knew you had me.
People say the eyes are the gateway to your soul. Dilated eyes don’t leave much to the imagination. You eyes were gates that would only close after the hangover came in full force.
Add a bass behind the cello to make the sound more stable.
Was this over before
Before it ever began
Your kiss
Your calls
Your crutch
Like the devils got your hand
I had often imagined what you would taste like. Many nights were spent fantasizing about your full, lush lips. Even in my wildest dreams, my imagery couldn’t scrape the shit of the foot of reality. You were more than I could handle; more than I could ever deserve.
I still don’t know why I stood up and began to walk away.
I still don’t know why you called my name out.
And I still don’t know why I didn’t just continue out the door.
Turning around slowly, I realized that I hadn’t kissed the real you. I had kissed Vodka induced you. The look in your eyes was never meant to be seen by anyone. It honestly scared the shit out of me and made me yearn for more of your wonderful lips.
An oboe whistles out a new melody. A melody full of accidentals; modified notes. You were never one for originality.
The devil’s got your hand ? ...no, I think the Devils got both of us. All of us. That all-consuming power to feel you underneath my hands overpowered my foreshadowed feelings of regret that I knew would come.
Everyone in this town
is seeing somebody else
Everybody's tired of someone
our eyes wander for help
Bullshit.
You were, up until this point, one-hundred percent faithful to every person you have ever been with.
As have I.
Prayers that need no answer now
I'm tired of who I am
You were my greatest mistake
I fell in love with your sin
Your littlest sin
Fevered touches, and frenzied hands. Slick mouths and smooth touched. It’s too late to go back. I don’t think I would, even if I could. I’ve known for longer than I can remember that I’ve always wanted you in this way. The arch of your back, and the clawing of you hand on my chest is so much more than I could ever have asked for. Your moans and shallow breaths are like music to my ears. An amazing symphony filled with the best players in the world. The cellist and bassist, the flutist and oboe player join this symphony and they all sway to and fro, as the music swells and then dips in some unknown crevice. Some of the players’ fingers are starting to crack and bleed from exertion. A violin player near the front begins to weep, knowing, and understanding what she’s playing. A viola near the back shakes his head in disappointment, the flutist stops playing altogether to watch the tragic masterpiece unfold. The tune is new to me. The music, along with your body, is so foreign; I must pay close attention and engrave it in my memory with ink. I’ve never been happier - is the music Major? I know we’re destroying everything we’ve worked so hard to build - Minor.
Was this over before
Before it ever began
Your kiss
Your calls
Your crutch
Like the devils got your hand
My lips are going numb and my thighs are growing weak. I know its not long now.
You have taken control. I don’t know when, and I don’t know how.
But yes I do. You took control the moment you decided to drink. You wanted it to end up here. You knew me and you knew you.
You always were smarter than me.
Failure is your disease
You want my outline drawn
You are my greatest failure
Discourse your saving song
As the music reaches its breathtaking crescendo I know I could never regret what I’ve done. People say who you truly are and what you truly feel come out with intoxication, and I’m hoping they’re right; you really did want me this way.
Was this over before
Before it ever began
Your kiss
Your calls
Your crutch
Like the devils got your hand
Waking up to your smiling face, I know all will be okay.
The flutist has dried her eyes.
They are all packing up to leave.
This sad symphony is over and all that remains is the memory of the music; engraved in my mind.
Affairs are easier of entrance than of exit; and it is but common prudence to see our way out before we venture in.
Ill take my chances.
and we can stay for awhile,
my boyfriend's gone,
we can just pretend.
It was your entire fault.
I honestly didn’t know you were with someone.
‘Who needs men, when you have your best friend?’ you purred into my neck.
I honestly didn’t know you were lonely.
‘Just come over and watch a few movies!’ you pleaded. ‘It’ll be like old times!’
And I sure as hell didn’t know I was going to be your target.
‘Vodka or Rum?’
The one thing I did know was that he was out of town.
‘I dunno where he is. Who cares?’
I honestly didn’t know he was at his father’s funeral.
‘ …. ’
A lonely cellist begins to play in my mind.
Lips that need no introduction
Now who's the greater sin,
Your drab eyes seem to invite
(tell me darling) Where do we begin.
You know as well as anyone, how irresistible you are.
‘Please, just sit with me?’ you pouted. ‘I’m cold.’
Oh no, you’re hot. You’re hot, and what’s even more dangerous? You knew it.
After the fourth glass of Vodka disappeared, I realized it had been replaced with the worst kind of confidence. As you licked the last drop off of your beautiful lips, I knew my restraints were waning; my will to stop you was wavering. And as you licked that last drop off of your beautiful lips, you knew you had me.
People say the eyes are the gateway to your soul. Dilated eyes don’t leave much to the imagination. You eyes were gates that would only close after the hangover came in full force.
Add a bass behind the cello to make the sound more stable.
Was this over before
Before it ever began
Your kiss
Your calls
Your crutch
Like the devils got your hand
I had often imagined what you would taste like. Many nights were spent fantasizing about your full, lush lips. Even in my wildest dreams, my imagery couldn’t scrape the shit of the foot of reality. You were more than I could handle; more than I could ever deserve.
I still don’t know why I stood up and began to walk away.
I still don’t know why you called my name out.
And I still don’t know why I didn’t just continue out the door.
Turning around slowly, I realized that I hadn’t kissed the real you. I had kissed Vodka induced you. The look in your eyes was never meant to be seen by anyone. It honestly scared the shit out of me and made me yearn for more of your wonderful lips.
An oboe whistles out a new melody. A melody full of accidentals; modified notes. You were never one for originality.
The devil’s got your hand ? ...no, I think the Devils got both of us. All of us. That all-consuming power to feel you underneath my hands overpowered my foreshadowed feelings of regret that I knew would come.
Everyone in this town
is seeing somebody else
Everybody's tired of someone
our eyes wander for help
Bullshit.
You were, up until this point, one-hundred percent faithful to every person you have ever been with.
As have I.
Prayers that need no answer now
I'm tired of who I am
You were my greatest mistake
I fell in love with your sin
Your littlest sin
Fevered touches, and frenzied hands. Slick mouths and smooth touched. It’s too late to go back. I don’t think I would, even if I could. I’ve known for longer than I can remember that I’ve always wanted you in this way. The arch of your back, and the clawing of you hand on my chest is so much more than I could ever have asked for. Your moans and shallow breaths are like music to my ears. An amazing symphony filled with the best players in the world. The cellist and bassist, the flutist and oboe player join this symphony and they all sway to and fro, as the music swells and then dips in some unknown crevice. Some of the players’ fingers are starting to crack and bleed from exertion. A violin player near the front begins to weep, knowing, and understanding what she’s playing. A viola near the back shakes his head in disappointment, the flutist stops playing altogether to watch the tragic masterpiece unfold. The tune is new to me. The music, along with your body, is so foreign; I must pay close attention and engrave it in my memory with ink. I’ve never been happier - is the music Major? I know we’re destroying everything we’ve worked so hard to build - Minor.
Was this over before
Before it ever began
Your kiss
Your calls
Your crutch
Like the devils got your hand
My lips are going numb and my thighs are growing weak. I know its not long now.
You have taken control. I don’t know when, and I don’t know how.
But yes I do. You took control the moment you decided to drink. You wanted it to end up here. You knew me and you knew you.
You always were smarter than me.
Failure is your disease
You want my outline drawn
You are my greatest failure
Discourse your saving song
As the music reaches its breathtaking crescendo I know I could never regret what I’ve done. People say who you truly are and what you truly feel come out with intoxication, and I’m hoping they’re right; you really did want me this way.
Was this over before
Before it ever began
Your kiss
Your calls
Your crutch
Like the devils got your hand
Waking up to your smiling face, I know all will be okay.
The flutist has dried her eyes.
They are all packing up to leave.
This sad symphony is over and all that remains is the memory of the music; engraved in my mind.
Affairs are easier of entrance than of exit; and it is but common prudence to see our way out before we venture in.
Ill take my chances.