The Stories I Tell


It’s late and I’m a couple of glasses in
The room is full of smoke and potential sin
I haven’t heard from you all day and now it’s time
I’m feeling good and you’re the only one on my mind
The text I send is uncensored and bold
You know my ways but it never gets old
Your response is guarded and short
You wanna be sure you’re not the last resort
I swear you’re not and things get dirty
Low-key you’re faded and just as thirsty
A phone call is made with a story to tell
You start touching yourself as I get into the details
A couple of minutes later you drop the phone
It’s a good thing you live alone


9 thoughts on “The Stories I Tell”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.