Confession by Mighty

Glowing yellow words fleeting

Out of the barrel you call morning sun-kissed lips

Saying sweet things like buy one get one free

Because by you I want to feel like have one get one two.

But shoot

You are private like the inside of my pockets I can make out what it is but ill never know Unless you

Pour the knowledge from the wine glass you call a head in to my mule cup

Giving me fuel to say things like

Duel the bandit that stole my heart

To fool the tool that believes he can achieve

What everyone else fails... love

But still I must confess

This lust has dropped its U S T and grew a pare of O V E that

Makes me want to shrink in size to be held by the finger tips covering your morning

sun-kissed lips