Bruises on my neck,
a kiss on my lips,
I ran out of a cigarette,
you ran out of wine
Say nice things
when you think I don’t listen,
it helps me sleep,
the thought of you
I want you to stay
when I say the meanest things,
hoping you can read between the lines
Your essence left bare
in the words you speak,
all the secrets and desires,
your lips, your eyes, your hands,
all within my grasp
but why can't I reach you?
This is actually about a boy.