junk

but i'm betting that i'll have your eyes wide and mouth open
in twenty minutes after we race down desperate city streets
almost too narrow for these dirty thoughts and blatant intentions
to fit through.
pulses in sync with the heart of the city, you have your clothes off
before i've even figured out just what to do with you.
lying on the bed, your eager eyes are saying "come and get me"
but i know its more like: "let's just get this over with."
yeah, well i'm thinking about how all your
"leave me alone"(s) somehow turned into "you never called"(s)
and i dont know how it all led to this.
tricking yourself into believing you were ever special enough for someone
to remember to forget about you is the best magic of all.
this is like teaching old dogs new tricks.
doomed from the start,
we're just canaries holding their breath in coalmines.