A night in your bed leaves me two aches in the morning,
Both on parts inside of me that only you can touch.
One with your body and the other with your words
But actions soaked in alcohol cant be trusted.

If only bedsheets were made of paper
I would write you promises and let them keep you warm at night
But cotton can only keep secrets
So we will sleep under them and no one will know.

I’ve tried to make you see the difference between blood and an ******,
Because The liquid between my legs cannot pump through my heart any longer.
But your eyes were made for seduction not forever
So why do I see my future in them?

They say actions speak louder than words
so the honesty in my bones cries out as I lay in your arms
But This darkness cant hide in the light of morning
So it’s time for me to go.