But then dreaming, at twilight
Brought to wonder by the full lips
The pulling hips
The fingertips
Tell yourself she is just a girl
Tell yourself she is just a girl
Sleep unshackled and awake to a cell
Tell yourself you will forget her
Convince your crawling skin that she
Is run of the mill plain jane mary generic wash-up
And perhaps you will have
Escaped her reverberating waves of passion
Perhaps you will dream again
Tell yourself you won't
Without reality
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
But then dreaming, at twilight
Brought to wonder by the full lips
The pulling hips
The fingertips
Tell yourself she is just a girl
Tell yourself she is just a girl
Sleep unshackled and awake to a cell
Tell yourself you will forget her
Convince your crawling skin that she
Is run of the mill plain jane mary generic wash-up
And perhaps you will have
Escaped her reverberating waves of passion
Perhaps you will dream again
Tell yourself you won't
Without reality
