I can smell the alcohol on his breath,
the perfume on his chest.
I pulled my grasp away and threw my *** in the ashtray.
He looked at me wide-eyed, he doesn't notice me cry.
what am I doing here? while he has another woman's lipstick on his lips?
His hold suddenly grips, but his touch oh my god.
It's like a fishing rod, he can always seem to reel me back in and numb me with some cheap gin.
My love is too strong and I can't seem to move on,
I'm bound by this desire, it's heavenly.
I love him so extraordinarily.