and we won't come down that's what you told me as we pushed each other to the edge of splendor
the definitions you use are different from mine i thought it harsh, you thought it tender
i don't know what you want from me anymore this isn't how i thought it would go
when will you learn your mistake that i am someone worth the time you take to play this charade of sex, sympathy, and "aren't we lucky to have friends like each other? someone to talk to when it's late and we're alone..."
alcoholic grace and blurred beauty i've never been as gorgeous as i am right now and i'm not stupid so just keep pounding in me as hard as you can, tell me "this is what love feels like, darling"