Forgotten Nights Lead To Forgotten Promises

I'm promised to your finger tips The ones that run through my hair and run across my skin When there's space between that skin and the cloth that hangs off me My shirts aren't tucked into my pants you can enter and exit as you please Your fingerprints left over the seats of our parents cars People we forget we know People that are nearly the blood we rub off our skin and let drain into sinks and bathtubs I promise you my nights When no one can hear us and no and can recall what exactly we've done Asleep or unaware Passed out or might as well be Your the drug I take The one that makes me forget Making me numb Your lips the cure for the problems I can’t solve You the reverse to the sins committed that night I smile for you And for the numbness you bring For the morning may come and your name may be gone