its hard to keep a friend
call me cautious
i waited for your call
all of august
let's call it lust and save ourselves from admitting it
you've faded and it's treacherous
the burn of your touch
i carry it with me baby
well acquainted with sin
doesn't stop us from committing it
goodbye is inevitable
but i want you to stay
you called me by her name
and im here still writing poems about you
