trace the lines of your body, with my hand by yours, and take me to a different world, unknown to most, but known to most, and tell me how to touch, and tell me how to kiss, and tell me how to love you.
I lied. I'm not a truth-oholic Because I'm not even that honest. I'm just an angry drunk Who tells the girl who says "I love you" To shut up And the boy who says "I want to *******" To go away.