Old Flame

fits of rage empower my being everytime i see your face you left me with an awful taste in my mouth something like the taste of metal in our weakest moments we are great in our greatest moments we become weak i let you wheel me into your web and use me as bait for your plan your wickedness impails me though the heart opening old wounds that bleed salt and alcohol rubbing me the wrong way all the way to the bone i imagine my life if you were never in it and i think it would be no good as much as you torture me with your presence you ignite a spark that sets this room on fire i visualize us from animalistic view a lion and a scarecrow making love outta nothing at all pieces of our memory taunt me everyday especially when i wake up wet between my legs although we both moved on the feelings still are there we don't say we love eachother but we know we do care when you make love to her do you picture me on top will we ever really let these emotions stop tonight i'll lay down and close my eyes pretending your my hand between my thighs damn i miss you