Chapped lips,
tongue kissed,
insert expletive,
fluids of a summer night.
With slight duress,
forced imperatives,
find me quoting Donovan.
A delicate blend of sweat and menstrual blood,
seeping into trampled grass.

So take my lip between your teeth,
and taste me by devouring,
and I'll start watching my weight again,
Oh...

Woke up at dawn,
face down on the lawn,
head awash of what had been.
Pressed cheek to cheek,
fingers underneath,
soft impressions of your teeth.
Some hours lost,
and at such a cost,
stains and scars I can't explain.

So take my lip between your teeth,
and taste me by devouring,
and I'll start watching my weight again,
Oh...

Some things are best left unsaid.
Some things are best left unsaid.
Some things are best left unsaid.
Some things are best left unsaid.
Some things... are best left unsaid.