tomorrow my lips will taste of regret,
the taste of a woman i wish not to keep,
but only to keep me company.

tonight your lips tasted of ***** and cigarettes,
tastes that quickly drowned my own
as we swam through tangled blankets and discarded clothes

tomorrow i'll scourge you from my bed,
for i cannot sleep in sheets that reek
of woman that can't increase the speed of my hearts ragged beat

the day afters' memories will be dull,
the sharp edges will have blurred
like a picture that has gotten wet.

tonight you will suffice, to keep me warm and melt my ice
tonight will be hot, with fire, and *****, and sweat.
tomorrow i will forget,

tomorrow i will forget,
forget that short lived heat you used to beat this
winter's lonely chill,

tomorrow I'll be alone, but myself still.
tomorrow I'll be real