when I'm alone the bottle aches for my lips and the wine aches for my throat and my fingers chase my skin for the ghosts of your touch
God, how did we fall apart? we had no climax and I'm just seeing it now
no climax
when I'm alone the bottle aches for my lips and the wine aches for my throat and my fingers chase my skin for the ghosts of your touch
God, how did we fall apart? we had no climax and I'm just seeing it now