We were too wasted to close the window.
Friends and family looking into my only hiding place
The rhythm of a stranger’s skin.
Infidel to die for what I am doing 
will happen in the morning when the mirror won’t recognize me
He holds a certain gesture when we’re lovin’ to ask each other
“Do you want it?” “Do you want me?” 
I want it. It is you. You are where I want to be.