******* lie to me, love.
Tell me that you'll still be here tomorrow.
When our tired eyes won't stay open through the night.
Tell me that you love the way my hair falls over my shoulders and down my back.
Tangle yourself up in me and kiss my smoky lips.
Leave bruises on my sides in the shape of your hands and force me to remember that you were the one who put them there.
Stop and let the feeling of your lips on my forehead burn its self into my memory.
Roll out of bed and put on your clothes before the sun comes up to shine on your regrets.
I'll pretend to sleep and let you go.
Even though we both know that I'm faking, and that you're a liar.
Steal my favorite bra and the rest of my dignity to go with it.
Take with you the memory of the way your name left my lips while I smiled from beside you in the low lights.
I hope every song that played while you learned my darkest secrets echos over in your head while you're driving or trying to fall asleep.
Maybe you'll taste me on your next cup of coffee, or your bed will feel empty without my heat.
Perhaps you'll see my smile on the face of someone else, or another lover will grip your shirt while they sleep.
The thing about tonight is that your lips are chapped and I feel like a promise you might be able to keep.
I whisper in your ear and my fingers feel nice running through your hair.
I'm not afraid to share my cigarettes, and I sleep on the side of the bed you didn't want anyway.
Tell me you'll stay.
******* lie to me, love.