Motions

Well, did you think that I would feel this way?
I just don’t think that your lips will ever taste the same
And are you relevant, without a care?
How do you sleep at night when tossing is endured by fear?
Well, the plunge and the pain…
Just like a sink, it’s meant for drowning on another day
Well, your legs, painted grey…
It’s like story blowing over on a rainy day
When our lips meet we’ll ignite this whole God fearing city
When your lust dries up I still won’t go away
When our bodies meet we’re acting via civil motion…
But I doubt our frequency will ever be the same
And with the motions she fakes, she counts the hearts that she breaks
And screams
«Trust me! Touch me! Trust me!» Lust…
Please take my life, gouge my eyes
Make your way into me
Take my pride, Hands on thighs
Suck me dry
So put it simply, she’s still lonely
And I’ll try to refrain from the lies that I make
So put it simply, she’s still lonely
And I’ll try to refrain…
Come on…