The clothes on my back
have nothing on
how your eyes flash
your nails that rash
red trails down my back
the shoes on my feet
could never beat
you lying next to me
breathe you in deep
youre mine to keep
but glitter falls from clouds
and the curtain closes
take a bow, shows over
later you'll come over
bite marks trace my shoulders
roll me under
roll me over
the sheets on my bed
cant get out of my head
your arms
your skin
Id rather be instead