Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armor of drunken lust, i think when our clothers were on we had a different image of what this was supposed to be
Here's what i intended.
Here is the truth.
So here's what i intended.
Here is the truth
The soundtrack to our meeting fills the awkward spaces between our strained breathing. and the only thing between, between the two of us is your blood and our sweat.
So here's what i intended.
Here is the truth.
And here's what i intended.
Here is the truth
Here is the truth.
Here is the truth.
Here is
I'll disguise this whining with melody. i hope that it leaves, leaves you intrigued. i hope you feel, you feel what i did at the time that this was...
Well the silence is pleasing, between our breathing, now its over with. this is not what i intended