Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armor of drunken lust

I think when our clothes were on we had a different image of


What this was supposed to be


My buzz allowed me to slip into you more comfortably




Here's what I intended, and here is the truth(x2)




The soundtrack to our meeting fills the awkward spaces between our strained breathing


And the only thing between, between the two of us, is your blood and our sweat


I can taste the cigarettes on your tongue while exchanging spit




Here's what I intended, and here is the truth(x2)


Here is the truth (x6)




Now disguise this whining with melody, and I hope that it leaves, leaves you intrigued


And I hope you feel, you feel what I did at the time that this was conceived

Well, the silence is pleasing, between our strained breathing, now it's over with


This is not what I intended