You need to stop giving your love away
in semi-sober strips of evening
you have no idea how much I ache
and I guess you are what you became
But I'm losing in every buttery slip
of your tongue in someone you don't know
and the poison slowly creeps
into those rigid roaring veins
There's a tremble in your name now
to match the reckless on your skin
and I don't know if you notice how
I miss you all the same.
