Dirty Fingers

In these sheets still warm with dream

We could be anyone, it seems

You really remind me of someone I knew

You remind me of someone who drew

A heart in my dust

Only love makes us real

But not the kind you buy or steal

All the dusty hearts we'll make

Don't make up for the ones we'll break

All that lingers are dirty fingers

Pounding hearts aren't less than three (<3)

But it meant everything to me

I want in on all your sin

Meet the armies of enemies within

You remind me of someone I knew

You remind me of someone I knew