You call, I answer. I know what you want. You come and we sneak upstairs. Children seeking shelter in the night. You kiss me. And I smell it on your breath. You hands find their way Underneath my clothes. And I sense it in your clumsiness. We undress and you stumble. You find me through your drug induced haze. We lay together and you don't say much. Sleep finds you. And I find myself, Crying on your shoulder. Wondering why we have such different ideas on what it means to feel alive.