there is no innocence anymore
this much i know for sure

but god my pillows smell of you
and christ my hands make love to you

with just the slightest brushing touch
that i can no longer grant


there is no innocence anymore
there is only the greek chorus of truth

telling me its gotta end now
that real love has a taste not quite so toxic

i cant see you and i do not want to think
the only thing i want to do is drink


there is no innocence anymore
the touching of skins doesnt bring bliss but more and more questions heaped

like
am i better just drifting off to sleep
and
god why is it only now that you want me
and
christ are you only trying to own me like a thing
a thing
that you dont want but no more want to see set free