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
