The sent of sin entwined in the bed sheets we lay in this morning, with our eyes holding everything but sleep. And I kissed you the night before I feel asleep because I knew when morning breaks were nothing more friends again. What did it mean when alcohol filled are chilled bodies, and we laid there half-naked holding hands. We’ve got a different life outside these four walls, a different love, but some how i feel were both searching for those same things.