I continue to succumb to mundane hospitality fabricating pertinent dinner conversation fascinating breath pressing drawls asking myself why unbelievable Isn't it; the way we twist words around just to get that quick fix I swore someday I'd save myself from cum dreamt lines forcing faster and I'll tease you, tickle your goddamn nod job focus on the lines forming faster aching in the waste of primitive lust again I ask myself why at last, can i please rest? vacate every day after day