Wh-whisper in your left ear
with your breast plate pressed against my sweat glazed chest hair.
You pull out a shush finger so i just stare,
it's intense here breathing in that dense air.
We loved each other in a past life.
We reunited last night, fought it but I asked nice.
You got a husband now, I just divorced my last wife.
Both tried to forget yet each losing that fight.
Yeah you left me but you knew I was the one and
now you never let him stick a little bun in your oven.
It took coincidence, a little bit of luck and
now we're stuck cooped up in this hotel room fucking.
But it still feels like we're making love
cuz I tapped back in to that space that I'm taken up.
We know it's so wrong, but it's just right.
You make me hate me, but make me love life.
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