Iced cigars, empty bottles
Missing clothes, crazy nights
Scratched backs, ****** nails
Bruised thighs, forgotten cares

Hit it harder, make it louder
Back shots and back strokes
Lights flash, we still smash
Intoxicated revelation

Going deeper, losing voices
Stumbling in the door
Start on the stairway
Fall to the floor

Go below the belt
Now turn over
Slow it down and pull closer
Lay it down while putting it down

Blacking out begins
The room spins
Let go of each other
Now lay there until the morning light

I have a problem
with falling
in love with things
that don't last.
Like this cigar
that kisses my lips.
It's already
half-smoked and
I'm already disappointed.
It's kind of like
my relationships.
Delicious and satisfying
at first,
until I inhaled
too fast and it's
almost gone.