the stories of lovers

i was the right girl,
for all the wrong reasons.
he couldn't give me up,
always shooting up,
savored every drop,
...then dropped me.

i was the right girl,
for all the wrong reasons.
thought he could hold back,
possibly throw me back,
stole what he didn't have,
then stole my heart.

i was the right girl,
for all the wrong reasons.
i could never leave.
he forced me to believe,
that he'd always be around
...until he wasn't.

   i was the right girl,
   for a short period of time
   in which it took to escape
   what once was your life.

   i was the right girl,
   perhaps honestly so,
   never thoughtfully so,
   for all the wrong reasons.

crashing

and yes we've had a few drinks

to remember all the things

that we have selfishly done

oh, so cautiously done.

and we regress and progress

to that night we undressed

all our desires and regrets

and all else you can detect

from our skin's drunken scent. 

we arrive and we leave

done things you wouldn't believe

our newest and worst

lies never rehearsed 

hours of passion and lust

never again can you trust

So yes, we've had plenty to drink

so to remember all the things

that we have selfishly done

so lovingly done

so viciously done