Bruises on my neck,
a kiss on my lips,
I ran out of a cigarette,
you ran out of wine

Say nice things
when you think I don’t listen,
it helps me sleep,
the thought of you

I want you to stay
when I say the meanest things,
hoping you can read between the lines

Your essence left bare
in the words you speak,
all the secrets and desires,
your lips, your eyes, your hands,
all within my grasp

but why can't I reach you?