Make a wish on our sorry little hearts,
have a smoke, pour a drink,
steal a kiss in the dark.
Fingernails on my skin, like the teeth of a shark,
I'm intoxicated by the lie.
In the chill of your stare, I'm painfully lost
like a deer in the light of an oncoming bus.
For the thrill of your touch, I was shamefully lust
as you tell me we're nothing but trouble.