Kids, Kids, Kids

When the line between truths is as shallow as your breath

When you sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were

Like cheap red lipstick and whore house perfume

Disregard our potential

Cause honey we've vanquished all those fears and replaced them with lust

Every second of love

Just a few more thrusts and our love will be gone

And I will be vindicated

And I will be lost