Silence casts a ghastly shadow over these familiar roads and I can't see the road to turn down the alley into your house, I'm choking on these desperate sounds that come from your glossy lips. Words holding promise, precision, I'm sickened by your dialect. My blood curdles on the sight of your hips. I can't live with this tension inside this room, desperate. Your hair's cool, this wine's good, my foot's gone numb.

Let's drink ourselves seven shades of stupid and tear this "wall" down and just let each other in. As you drape your room in soft lights and garment rips, cause you stain your smile with every wine glass sip.

As you sip with such eloquence, I know my mind just can't forget how gently your eyes captured every fiber of my intent laid out on such a comfy bed, and the sheets can't cover secrets. They spill from the very lips that stained said sheets with every sip like signing autographs for my heart. I can't live with this tension inside this room, desperate. Your hair's cool, this wine's good, my foot's gone numb.

I can't trace stars up to your eyes. Your hands tremble in the nighttime, and the high beams show you're discontent, but I still love you, if I don't forget...