Well your car it smells of lavender
And the air’s close with your perspiration.
There is something wrong with me.
And your blood-stained lips from where you bit
Too hard are making me feel pleased.
But they will take some time to heal.
She said don’t forget to breathe
Baby, taste me.
I’m on your lips
You sigh softly, sweetly.
It’s easy, easy, easy to feel
The alcohol holds me and helps me relax.
If I could learn something from you,
It’s just the will to see this through
Before I go and lose control.
If you could take apart my dreams
And pull my conscience at the seams,
We’d never have to lose at all.