08.

you knock on my door

silently asking to come in,

i can't live like this anymore -

i'm aching to touch your skin

you ask me how i've been

while looking me in the eyes,

i shrug and pour you some gin -

without you i've seen the blackest skies

you and i start to undress fast

without really caring about a thing,

you're not a memory, not a past -

you're a song my heart wants to sing.