Turn off the TV
Maybe if the storyline permits I can figure out how NOT
To desire the impossible
I guess last night wasn't real
The make-up that makes her look like she doesn't have any make-up on
Smeared to expose her two faces
There's no hope with humans you know
But images stay with you forever
As does a gla** shard cunnilingus kiss
Oops, did I say that out loud?
As I tack my name on the end of yours
And pin it to you so you won't forget
So they won't forget
You are mine