Из альбома: Truth Loved
I wanna bury my dick inside a woman that looks like you
I wanna cry with a woman that looks like you
I wanna follow the line under your breast that separates
tummy from taboo
as it curves 'round your ribs and slips from view
and now this empty space is occupied by my open hand
shooting five:
a pinky for your liver that needs to be saved
my thumb back toward me all the way to the grave
my ringless digs the deepest while you misbehave
your attention just moved to my index pointing away
so the middle I send up your neck to your head
stupid girl, it's the middle taht crescends
over homefries, toast, and eggs
La Maga, without the drugs this relationship's dead
when we were high you agreed when I said
that comfort is fraud
and true love is like watching you go,
so watch me,
go.