You Bite My Lip And I Bite My Tongue. I Taste Red.

Bright lights in the young night keep to the beat.

A classic party scene, crowded and interesting.
No love, no life, no history.
Just touch, just chemistry, just
A roaring undercurrent simple and sensory.
Young bodies, warm skin, perfect symmetry and
It’s a moment, harmless. It’s energy.
It’s like medicine,
It’s self-discovery.

See, all the secrets I keep, why are they secrets?

It’s only temporary, that fleeting feeling of warmth,
Just a flash before the line gets blurry,
Between a longing for more than what the body wants now and
What the body wants now more than anything.
Was it integrity that kept my hands to myself or
Just the thought of getting too far ahead of you?
Was it that I got too tired of the consequence?
Or was I just scared?

Sometimes I look to the sun,

for a sign or enough light to read the words i wrote down but can’t remember.

So please remember me for the boy I used to be,

For the smiles,
For the miles we stalked back in Jersey.
And she said “this song reads like your saying goodbye.”
And I’m saying goodbye.

ALL GET OUT: Friends, It’s not my intention to be short, but we wanted you to hear...

It’s nights like these,

That you realize who your true friends are.