Cross

The more sex, the less drugs.
The more drugs, the less sex.
We all have our vices.
Some require work.
Most involve
Regret
Immorality
And hurt.

This one hill in heaven

I fall asleep with arms around me
Between plans I'm not meant to see
So when they fall through
Tell me.
Why should it bother me?
I'm used to the whole
One time thing
I'm used to the whole
All the time thing
What I'm not used to is
This feeling.
I look past the plots to take me
And only see your fingertips
Brushing my face
I block out the voices that wake me
And it just you and me
Alone
In this place.
So I guess I'm saying I'm sorry.
Because I don't know how to act
Or what to do.
I'm gonna fuck this up as well
'cause, for once, I think I like you.