We have to touch, we have to feel.
Giving into our primal instincts, letting go of all restraints.
It's no wonder we're all still sane.
I keep thinking I'll be able to say no, I keep thinking the problem's me but that isn't so.
Temptation is my greatest friend and darkness has become a comfort.
It's convienient and lacks passion but I'm content.
You couldn't give me a higher high.
The days go by and still I think of you.
But then it dawns on me that we are creatures of habit and I've missed "you" my whole life and there will never be a day where I don't.
Console me on my problems, comfort me through my grief.
I'm entirely yours in between the sheets.
I can be forgotten or I can be your greatest memory.
But never will I be your everything, never will I be your everything.
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