Lust From The Lover

I still can't believe we are too far gone
One way for me to cope is to write this song
And I know it is so cliché for me to write this way
Especially if you know how I feel lately and today
I still have to say this though and it is not coming easy
Everyday I wake up, feeling unrested and queasy.
There are no words to describe the feeling deep within me
It is a lot like love but its only lust for it, without the fears.
Lust for her.
And it is not at first site because it feels like that too.
I've known her off and on for years.
Boys give me a bad name
I am unlike any other, I will do things right.
She gives girls a good name
she is unlike any other, she will treat me right.
But I may never know

Guilt comes and it goes,
things change, Like how friends become foes
Memories become the past
Promises never last,
lies are for fighters, And fighters aren't lovers,
Not the kind I am thinking of
I'm not a fighter but a forgetter, a story teller, and a watcher from above
it's lust to get through her crust that I lust to bust

I'm trying my hardest to not let you forget me
It would mean the world to me if you didn't forget me
Please don't forget me.
If you give me one call,
It may keep me from this fall.
I need you like a monster needs a bed
Like a rose needs a thorn
Like a thorn needs a boys side.
Everything that comes out your mouth wraps tightly around me
Melting my skin like acid as I try to decipher every word
One single coal within will not burn out
It lingers in my presence, it hurts the skin
Worse than the ink in my blood stream
Worse than the vision of imagination.
(her head is on my chest and nothing can happen.)

Guilt comes and it goes,
things change, Like how friends become foes
Memories become the past
Promises never last,
lies are for fighters, And fighters aren't lovers,
I'm not a fighter but a forgetter, a story teller, and a watcher from above
it's lust to get through her crust that I lust to bust

Deep inside the burning embers I see your face,
The one that makes me pace.
The one I've loved for so long, but the timing was all late and too wrong
It never made us strong
Things will not change in one hour of darkness, in one scene.
It's one of those nights where I just lay in bed staring at the ceiling and the red glow of heat for the scales
Listening to the saddest songs I own
Writing the saddest songs I can muster
Through the saddest cadaver as of yet
This mild sin city I created is getting old and I am ready for her
There has been enough bounces for no rebound,
You are no rebound.
No more words to impress, no thoughts to discuss
It is time to go back out of town for little lie-down