You ask me who I've been with, and do I know all their last names? And I cant answer honestly which leaves me open and ashamed. I beg you for forgiveness, you say there's no need to explain. But now I feel uncomfortable. We're distrustful still the same. You've finally seen your end light tunnel, upwards with a jar. So cute you give me a headache, a black hole stole your heart. So fast you became important to me so fast now you are not. Fondle f*ck and Forgive eventually, this is how we taint our hearts. It was a twenty six night stand, embarrassed but I understand. A condition of loneliness feels so second hand. The idea of getting rid of what you've got, does the prospect make you hot? You're realizing on your projection, I'm forgetting I am not.