Desire gets in the way
You can't hide such an ugly trait
I know it's not easy
When everything you want's within in your reach
The better the bed you know
Than the bed that you don't
This fire burns incessantly
I can't lie, I kind of like the pain
I know you'll put it out
You always put it out, before it consumes me
For you, I'll remain
Chained to the bed we made
But I get to choose your lingerie
We'll lie here forever like condemned criminals on trial
I'm down for whatever
The uglier, the better
