you told me not to cry; i didnt
felt bad about saying you hated the habits i had
we kissed we kissed five hundred times in your living room
it was dark i wish it was cold as well
couldnt see our breath: i was sweating
rolling down my face were my skulls salty tears
said i tasted like french fries. laughed, pushed my hair back
sweat wasnt the only salt in my mouth