Buying Bullshit

He says sorry.
I'm thinking…
My body is not a parking lot-
get the fuck out and learn how to drive

But again my mouth is shriveled,
a dried prune. And I can still taste
the sourness that you've left behind

You're suffocating-me.
I can't breathe in the mist of your grays.
You ramble on, finding the usual
useless words to say.

God, I wish I was never one to
buy bullshit.
'Cause my mind is still reeling
from what you do to me

And in that space,
we are still rockin' our hips
to touch each other's lips.

I say:

Just one more kiss babe, I won't stay too long.
Gotta run, before the love is