That sweet sigh of infidelity escapes
Your strawberry lip gloss smeared lips
(that mine transferred to yours)
And I am overcome
It takes strength to resist you
And I am weak
(you made me that way)
We don't like each other much, never have
Yet we still keep coming back
To the utterly unromantic backseat
Of your junkyard car where so (too) many
Bittersweet, ecstasy-inducing, terrifying, guilty, tragic
Wonderful memories reside
I don't like you, I insist
And you agree the feeling is mutual
Yet we are overcome
The backseat of your car is made
Infinitely more romantic
By our sweet sighs of infidelity