I did it.
Last night was the night.
I kissed another girl, I danced all night long.
I left her behind for good.
But now I realize,
too late, that I can miss.
That feeling of home, holding her hands,
The ease with which it all came.

But maybe I can save it,
I just wont tell her
and everything will be okay
and things will go back
to just the way they were.
But they can't, can they?
Not the sanctity of dogmatism.
Not the passion of fidelity.
Not the ease of honesty.
Nothing will erase the burning of these foreign lips on sacred ground