succumb, nights into deep bars
graveyard shift in broad daylight
wake up and it's 2am again
spending nights with me, please
the fun we can have, our bid to lurch
in each other's wild hearts
then watch the ceiling crumble
while you're crying on top of me
like a goddess of water with a small shrine
hey - why are there only two days a week
we can have white-washed conversations
in this small basement we pay rent in?