themookillman
08/21/05, 01:39 PM
As our lips slowly touch
the connection feels like a massive collision
while i conceal my face becoming flush
I know I'll be the only victim
This isnt where I want to be
Hands begin to roam
she begins to consume me
and i feel all alone
Now my limbs hang lifelessly
and she looks into my eyes
but she doesnt see me
she will be my demise
As the clothes disappear
none but my pounding heart remain
only that and the fear
leave me defenseless against her pain
Where was the station where the act became the art of growing up?
was it the bedroom or the bathroom
where i spent the night throwing up
After erupting for what seemed like months
I felt relaxed, for after all
unlike you, what came out of me was good for something once
We were submerged in infatuation
I failed to see deep in your eyes
was Hell's invitation.
the connection feels like a massive collision
while i conceal my face becoming flush
I know I'll be the only victim
This isnt where I want to be
Hands begin to roam
she begins to consume me
and i feel all alone
Now my limbs hang lifelessly
and she looks into my eyes
but she doesnt see me
she will be my demise
As the clothes disappear
none but my pounding heart remain
only that and the fear
leave me defenseless against her pain
Where was the station where the act became the art of growing up?
was it the bedroom or the bathroom
where i spent the night throwing up
After erupting for what seemed like months
I felt relaxed, for after all
unlike you, what came out of me was good for something once
We were submerged in infatuation
I failed to see deep in your eyes
was Hell's invitation.