With eyes rolled back
And a chest pointed up
Memories flee my mind and flood the room

Olive skin and curly black hair
I can still feel your stormy eyes on my naked skin
While you sing sweet nothings as I become
Nothing

But it's all so brilliant, remembering you
Flesh on flesh, so easy and so quick
I wish the thoughts wouldn't linger

The moments are dusty and rusty
I'm nauseous thinking of her
It's been so long since our eyes touched
I need another muse to stop imagining you

Yet you keep sneaking into the dark lonely cracks of the night