drunk off nostalgia
warm, tanned skin
always hungry, ready to sin
smoke in our lungs
passion all over your tongue
all dressed up, the taste of ***
queen of spades, frozen lemonade
sad eyes and feeling strange
you say we got it made in the shade
nothing is ever as it seems
not you, not me
was it all a dream?
angry fists I no longer miss
not your grip, not your kiss
just drunk off nostalgia
hard not to reminisce