we torture ourselves
and our hurting hearts
to keep ******* friends
we go ******* insane
keeping relationships
from burning up in flames
and turning into dust
we lose our self
put it on the shelf
trying and trying
hoping to receive love
hoping to get back
all we willingly give
but we get none of it
leaves unbearing
feeling of guilt
feeling of disgust
for caring so much
about tricksters
the heartbreakers
the selfish ones

i remember those kisses
that you placed upon my neck
never gonna forget
those lips

the bite marks left
from nights
of lust
and
sharp
moments
which teased
and played
with my emotions
and overall affection

we had this strange
and deadly flirtation
which lasted for months
kinda wish it was love
not sure if it was
or ever were
but your lips
are a reminder
of how good
love can feel
upon your skin
and within

i still think of it
who knew, right?

yeah, i think of you
when i sit in my room
on the bed
where i imagined
us making love
and losing
ourselves in
between the sheets

hot under the collar
possibly maybe
all i know is
your lips
drove me
crazy