Alone in the dark we're sitting side by side. Legs are grazing but we're not doing anything at all.
She scribbles down something thats sweet on a paper sheet. A story of a boy and a girl trapped in a metaphor. She looks at him saying this could be something more. He reaches out for her hand in the dark. Would you like to draw our future lives on these bed sheets tonight. On bed side by side she feels his heat burning on her skin from with in. Lips on lips hands on hips chest to chest mouth to neck. We're breaking out of this metaphor tonight ~