She's unholy
I've never seen a smile spread so fast
Drinking slowly
I crush another pill into my glass
The bar is filling with the night and the windows are smoke-stained
The cigarette machine spills light on the concrete floor
The waitress comes around and she changes the ashtray
Asks me if I want another of what I can't afford
Dancing slowly
She holds the darkness like a midnight mass
Shy and lonely
I crush another pill into my glass
My head is swimming in wine and my fingers are smoke-stained
Her serpent body writhes as she continues to dance
Everything is spinning 'round in circles
I steady myself again on the edge of my glass
Fucking slowly
But feels as good as fucking fast
Drenched in groaning
The shy and lonely moment's passed
Sheets are damped with sweat and the windows are smoke-stained
This room don't seem as cool with my wrists untied
I rest my spinning head on her sweat-stained pillow
As the morning light shines through the Hockney-print blinds
She's unholy
Lucky for me I've given up God.
"holy christ that was good," kage said, crushing another pill on her hop-sital tray table.
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