Casual Wrecks - Adult Books

My sheets are cold of lighters too

I can’t remember last night, but my memory is only of you

I drink, but I can’t even taste anymore

I taste the blood in my mouth, it tastes of you

Red jeans, bit nails, your eyelids blue

Smoke pot in the back of the Disco with nothing to do

I reach, I fall, I touch my face to the floor

Lips taste swell, in the bathroom I’ll wait for you

And after dark she asked me if I knew

I told her the truth, I told her I still love you

I called her up, she asked me to not call anymore

I hang up the phone, I’m always a lover than you

Not to pass, but I’ll always be in love with you