This isnt over baby, she wont believe a word they say. With eyes closed her heart cries. Whispers still lingers from last nights, and fingers still twitch from pause to stop to play. This song is for you says the empty sheets as the bed rocks and sways.
Running around the moans, floating above, and collapsing against the lips. Choking on empty air, none sense and incoherence. Counting the sips of lies as they pretend kiss. Tastes just like bliss.