The Night Stand
Put me on your night stand with your other one night stands. It's not like I'm something that you'll remember.
Encumbered is how you left me but to you I'm just a pretty thought, not something you can remember.
They say "You don't know what you got till it’s gone", well why can't it be you don't know what's it's like when your gone.
Your apple to my eve, The forbidden fruit of my passion.
Think about us until I can't think anymore, hold you until I can't breathe any more, you're my denied transaction.
Transition between these consciences and take action for what you've done,
because my heart isn't something you can just put down after your done.
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