Sometimes it's the cheap thrills
the anonymous hands
that almost erase your name
from my lips
and empty my mind.
Sometimes it's the whiskey in my breath
and the required pressure
in all the right places.
In any case, at times
I manage to give my desire
another guise
and I don't know what makes me more shameless:
That I wash away your image
or that I always come back to it.
the anonymous hands
that almost erase your name
from my lips
and empty my mind.
Sometimes it's the whiskey in my breath
and the required pressure
in all the right places.
In any case, at times
I manage to give my desire
another guise
and I don't know what makes me more shameless:
That I wash away your image
or that I always come back to it.
