Momentary Lapse
Your lips are like live wires, pregnant with the intensity of electrical potential. A simple moment passed under the sun where you shattered the illusion of chastity for a moment and I wondered if the meaty smack of my brain colliding with the inside of my skull in a vain attempt to exit the mortal coil that torments it so was audible to anyone but me. So this is the girl you're in love with? An strange question, from a stranger source, and all the more humourous for it.
Currently Listening: Nine Inch Nails - 9 Ghosts I
Written On: Home Computer