Sweat, Sharp breaths Not letting go yet, You and I Pressed against each other, Nothing in between. Strokes on your back, Kisses on your neck, Never ready for what pleasures come next Finishing with no common sense Then we're back at it again. Worn out, Eyelids heavy Smoke a blunt Let go already No feelings No worries You and I It happens every time No metaphors No flowers No cards, no love, Just *** Just smoke Just the inhales and the exhales Just us