outside at night.
Friday, May. 09, 2003
i'll take it one step at a time, soft and careful, like making my way through wet grass. quiet now, and don't wake the neighbors, we're all alone as long as we don't say a word. yeah, the reason escapes me, and i'm not up to your questions, so close your lips on mine. bourbon and secrets on my tongue, let me hold on to this, just a second longer.
