through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armor of drunken lust,
i think when our clothes were on we had a different image of what this
was supposed to be

my buzz allowed me to slip into you more comfortably,

the soundtrack to out meeting fills the awkward spaces between our
strained breathing , the only thing between, between the two of us, is
your blood and our sweat, I can taste the cigarettes on your tongue while
exchanging spit

heres what i intended, and here is the truth

disguise this whining with melody, and I hope that it leaves, leaves you
intrigued, and I hope you feel, feel what I did at the time that this was
conceived
the silence is pleasing, between our strained breathing, its over with,
this is not what I intended