I hear the ring across the room,
And I know who it is.
I can’t bring myself to accept the call,
But my fingers are more careless.
I can hear the ***** on your breath.
Your voice is sweet and delicate.
But my voice escapes your ears,
You don’t hear my tones laden with fear.
You tell me what’s on your flesh,
My dear you can try your best.
But I’ll tell you now I never wanted this.
There’s more I crave than just this call,
Where the smile that made me fall?
All I ever see is anguish in your teeth,
I’m much more than warmth,
For a drunken nights sleep.
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
I hear the ring across the room,
And I know who it is.
I can’t bring myself to accept the call,
But my fingers are more careless.
I can hear the ***** on your breath.
Your voice is sweet and delicate.
But my voice escapes your ears,
You don’t hear my tones laden with fear.
You tell me what’s on your flesh,
My dear you can try your best.
But I’ll tell you now I never wanted this.
There’s more I crave than just this call,
Where the smile that made me fall?
All I ever see is anguish in your teeth,
I’m much more than warmth,
For a drunken nights sleep.
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