Cigarette Smoke And Sheets Cover Nothing
But Falling Heat And What She's Already Felt
Like Your Hand Seeking Out From Your Bedside
To Her Reddened Thigh As She Phones A Taxi
Pulling Up Her Skirt On Which You Have Dried
Denied Until My Empty Room Can Relax Me
But Here It Wasn't Heard Between The Song Changes
Or Spoken With Both Our Head Failing To Sleep
On One Shared Pillow With Only Morning To Follow
Outside These Sheets There's No Rise Nor Fall
And You Wonder Was It Like Before Coming Hollow
Are You Sure There Was Ever Something At All
CK
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