"all these people drinking lover's spit.."
head in my hands, i sink into this
how do i reconcile
what i love and what i need
what gets me off and what means anything
nothing i ever touch will be as good as this
who i am and what i want to be
who he is and what he'll never be
a magnet on my refridgerator door
so embarrassing
lean my head back and the music washes over everything
freedom like nothing before
and then he closes the door
we weren't supposed to see
it's better when they don't talk
and they didn't
there was everything i could ever want
how can it be so sexy and also meaningful?
never felt farther away than when i looked at it
he'll back away when i go to reach for him
don't tell me bittersweet