Am I seeing you
or seeing things?
Was it your truck,
your face in my
waking dream?
Place me
in front of you
don’t waste me
It’s not him
It’s not him
I need to taste you
Cruel
Sun
Cruel
Day
Cruel
Life
She wasted
away when
she intended
to take flight
Why crash course
me, why not time?
Why not now?
Do you have a
problem or your
own vendetta?
Why so hard
Why so hard
Why doesn’t loving
get better?
My love’s not
free anymore
it’s bolted and
chained
My desire used
to fly in the wind
now it lays in the
shade
I’m cross
I’m brash
I’m nasty
It’s not him
It’s not him
I need to taste you