  Got a thang for the [ boys]  that dont love themselves So either loosin up your hair or tighten up your belt And this time,
 this time is a good time - Atmosphere This is the intensity of holding surprise still of present tense miracles I rub your nose Intent on etching in my finger prints hoping that they will have the life span of tattoos with only the pain of ballpoint pens I touch you despite myself Dont close your eyes,
 you're not supposed to enjoy this Bruises as confused as we are Our love making Aches For the serenity of stillness Of moments that dont fade Into the monotony of sort of erections Sit here Hold that Rub this There is safety in the present still some lines are worth crossing so now.  forever set in grooves of I've felt this before it's never. as good as the first time and the familiarity of that pain gets boring too There are loves much braver then This Is not one of them 
