When the line between truths is as shallow as your breath, and when we sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were: cheap red lipstick, who*e house perfume. Disregard our potential, cause honey we've vanquished all those fears and replaced them with lust. In just a few more seconds, a few more minutes, a few more thrusts, and our love will be gone, and honey, it will be gone. And I will be vindicated, and I will be lost.