You brought me a poem
And the pill
We couldn't stand still

We made small talk
And jokes about what we had done
For little do we know
Whats to come

I was high and you were tired
Our only fear was of desire

We tasted the night
On our lips
And I felt sadness and regret
On your fingertips

We were so lonely together
But lonely apart
We hadn't known
Where to start

You stole me of my innocence
And I wish you'd get the hint
(I delighted in that)