A tap, a sigh, a groan, a turn
No understanding 'cause...
Any spoken word of love
Kills comfort of the buzz
Calling it quits?
No, Never... Yes
Selfishness game over
Tell an angel she can fly without the couch's favorite wingman
How she knows now, how she wants
Take these wishes with respect
No pressing merely in protest
Can't talk of hate in steps she takes as we watch her walk in 8's...
Much of this, to this
Splattered before the big piss
Before we're lifted one fucking inch
Slanted towards the drugs before the drugs were the drugs
Now the drugs serve no purpose but the wrong one
Love of choice splashes tongue
Forcing old the younger ones
Give and take, code for a mate
Nothing is fucked but everything!
Calling it quits?
No, Never... Yes