the back of the alley
the break of the day
the head while i'm driving
i'm driving
your soft lips are open
your knuckles are pale
it feels like you're dying
you're dying
you
your sex is on fire
consumed
with what's
to transpire
hot as a fever
rattling bones
i could just taste it
taste it
if it's not forever
if it's just tonight
oh it's still
the greatest
the greatest
the greatest