To be intimate is like a joint
To be real with yourself is the smoke
I'm reliving the day where I drunk so much my lust spoke
And my hand shake
And my heart choked
No tears ran but I'm so low
So low to the point let's just not talk about what happen cause what happen you don't wanna know I just wanna leave but I don't wanna go cause I don't want to keep you like this where who i was is the same picture you think of when I left you like that I pray that you will give me another chance

i found a strand of your hair
hanging on my ribs again
last night i saw
your fingerprint on
my lungs again
its almost midnight now
and i think i left my heart
at your place
its somewhere
under your pillow

sometimes i forget
the difference between
lust and lost
and i end up
looking for myself
between your arms
trying to understand
why things get attached
and how everytime
your fingers part
i still think mine
should fill the empty spaces

the first time we kissed
was the first time
october tasted water
but my lips
might still be lost
because sometimes
i still think it rains
just to remind me
where they belong