tyrants

cabs after clubs

i wanna feel the same in the morning after i fuck the good back into your mouth
kiss the sweet nothings into your throat until you're choking with it, your laugh corrupting my lungs
i don't know if you recall but you were stumbling then, 3 am little black dress rumpled and your heels in your hands
said it was impractical being dressed for the summer and then you looked at me and asked me to pick you up
but i laughed and told you the street lights were gonna carry us back home