Here it is again; you're sorry, You're an *******, You'll never do it again, You care, and you do love me.
These arguments fit your face so well. Hair-twirling, the wet eyes that grab Everything. Full lips parting and all I can think about is pushing them back.
Soon I'll have my hands on your ribs, And we'll both blow, and I'll fall to sleep Like a grand piano from the 9th floor. Once I crash I may dream that it's all okay. And you will shower, to wash all that good **** away.