i call action to the scene

only a small fraction will make it to the screen

this is but a contorted synapse of your perception



this is exactly where I wanted us to be

left without something I can't find in you

sparked by an intermittent touch

I am sure that you never again will have all of me



a weary transgression has made its transit

to my yearning heart

this lead will fit better when it's lodged between

your cowardice

slowing your palpitations



this game is hardly a softer version of an eye to eye

causing me to think of places come and gone

well tonight you'll know I'm here

as my breath trickles up your thigh



pucker up and taste the pain this time

c'mon baby pucker up taste the pain inside



a weary transgression has made its transit

to my yearning heart

this lead will fit better when it's lodged between

your cowardice

slowing your palpitations



you will forever know my face (is beautiful) like the back of your hand

you will forever know my face (is beautiful) like the back of your hand



the chalk outline tells me us won't work

I don't think you'll make it back this time

the chalk outline tells me us won't work

I don't think you'll make it back this time

the chalk outline tells me us won't work

I don't think you'll make it back this time