And unfortunately for me the stars don't respond.
"Back to square one, I suppose."
Silence.

Simply because they know it's true.



It's geting a little old, your two faced ways.
Quit acting like you care when you dont,
and go fuck your cute little red head.



I miss you.
Your feeling and touch to make me weak in the knees.
The doorway romance you would give me,
and the couch side love we made.

Lets go back to that.



The light reflects the beads you left scattered on my body,
I'm wrapped in an ocean of fabric.


Lets see who can get undressed faster.