i'll never go back there

don't make me go back there...



now that god is an athiest

finally i can sleep at night



in a hotel room with holes in the curtains

i shivered as she slid up my leg

she could convince me a hundred hail mary's

she whispered "dear boy, your god is me"



i'll never go back there

don't make me go back there...



i...don't...sleep...in this dead cold bed



in a hotel room the color of her skin

holes in the drapes spray beams of light

strangling lovers, were we kidding each other

gasping for breath, in poisonous lies



in a hotel room (it was my second communion)

is that your blood cleansing my veins

if three little angels (would peak in these curtains)

they'd whisper "dear boy, your mouth was too warm"

was too warm

was too warm