Shameless nights of drunken sex
Turning into reckless love stories
Of wandering hands and inquiring minds.
True passion never being met,
But lustful desires fulfilled.
Summer loving is just a melody,
Prescribed by the self made doctor of music relationships.
Dreaming of what could have been,
What should have been,
What never will be,
But what we hope to get back.
Letting the media influence the decisions I make,
telling me its okay to wait, but shaming me when I don't
So confused on what love to give, because I can't get no love in return.
Our bodies engulfed in passion,
never realizing its fake.
Faked orgasm, faked love, faked trust.
Waking up the next day,
Regretting what happened,
Trying to figure out what to do.
Hoping I can leave you with no memory of our encounter,
knowing you gossip just as much as girls do.
Shameless nights of drunken sex
Turning into reckless love stories
Of wandering hands and inquiring minds.
True passion never being met,
But lustful desires fulfilled.
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