Misconceptions running through my head,
Pillow talking, racing to the bed.
Tongue playing keeps me in illusion.
So, I’d rather find the mix-up in seclusion.

Then let me lay you down and play pretend,
Thinking you're more than just a friend.  
Because all I ever did I did for you,
For those parting thighs and loving kisses, too.

A black bra wraps my eyes like a blindfold,
Delusion has me locked up in her hold.
Soft lips rubbing up and down my neck,
And It's never passionate; it’s always just a peck.

Misconceptions and skin running past my fingers,
I can't help that it’ll be the thought of her that lingers.