I WANT YOUR TEARS

god damn, baby! false pretense to think we could occupy one another's space. get in my bed, down under the waves and mountains of monumental covers, bury our heads in each other, that makes us charlatans after not too long. whether you love me or you use me i'm still a pawn in a bigger scheme of plays and recounts of ability and action. you've gotten this far, but my hips have a way of saying, "Not tonight, make it count, please God, make it count, please, please." i fucked it up but at least now you know i'm not full of bendable appendages, i'm made up more of a series of situational accuracies, part-time paramounts, roots, creation, confusion, smoke. ready to write about somebody knew, my life is a series of reconnections;we'll stick because when it starts it never changes and we are able to pick up at any point. it mostly comes down to, "jesus christ, that's a pretty face" and it's one i gotta hold, gotta kiss, gotta see. don't need to, never need to. i can choose to ignore, it won't cover me anymore in all that lust, that desire. but when i leave you again for years and years i bet when we make another our hands will feel our bodies like they do. like we find them now drawn to hips, cheek, ass, tits. nails scrape the skin on backs like chalk. always gotta touch my face, you can't stop kissing my lips. my young, young lips. young and new, young and yours.