Manic

It’s noon outside but it’s still pitch black to me
All I want is for you to respond back to me
I wanna discuss things we probably shouldn’t
And let our imaginations do things we probably couldn’t
Let’s pretend the distance is all in our head
Close your eyes and arch your back as I give you head
Let my tongue take all your stress and troubles away
Let my fingers be your medication for the day
We both hate life so escape with me for a moment
Let’s go so far we have to come back to repent