Please, let’s keep our delusion going.
I’ll beg you through the seasons,
Stay wrapped up in my sheets.
Stay close to me, my darling.
I’ll write love songs on your skin,
Leaving no traces of regret anywhere.
Let my bed be your ship.
Sail straight into my love without hesitation,
Following my mouth like a compass.
But you get up to leave.
You make the bed to mimic your absence,
Like you knew lust was all that was asked.