#disalegration

And then you finally found me pretending to sleep You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap You took two steps to the kitchen and just stared at the sink I couldn't hold back a smile, I still wish I could have seen you Having sex in the morning your love was foreign to me It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked It's such a stubborn reminder one perfect night's not enough

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred. Then, another thousand, and a second hundred. Then, yet another thousand, and a hundred. Then, when we have counted up many thousands, Let us shake the abacus, so that no one may know the number, And become jealous when they see How many kisses we have shared