when are we leaving here?

[tonightximxgone]

when i look at you with hungry eyes
it doesn't mean my hands are tied.
its in the ocean of your irises where i swim, lost.
and then i hear his voice,
undertones of soft and wicked
enough to sway me back to your cold face
across from me at the table tonight.
if i can not have him,
i will take you home instead.