you've got the whole night on your collar (smoke, sex and lies).
i think you owe me for decieving me so exquisitely.
i don't want to lie, but i can't tell the truth. so it's over.
you'll be my whore and i'll pay you with liberty,
tell me something that't true.
this is going to hurt (like a bitch).
we exist in separate spheres, that occasionally collide.
i see you in the rear view mirror -
running after this car crash heart.
