i often catch myself finding peace in cheap rooms
accompanied by a cheap wine
holding you inside my arms

tv plays in the background
i can taste the alchohol on the edge of your lips
you smell like love

and how i lust your touch
on those lonely nights
and how i desire your kiss on those
moody mornings

i think i worry a lot
lost in the catacombs of my mind
in those dark corners and workings
cant disguise

im a walking contradiction
and even so my love
you are the mystery i so hardly try to solve

for your eyes only ill show you my heart

love is cruel they say
and so it may be
but oh baby
how sweet it is to be loved by you