I want to go to sleep and wake up somewhere bright.

Guzzle down,
My neck will burn as we kiss
and I’m sick in your mouth.
I know you want more.
Well kiss my open wounds
and add some ice, and choke on my sick vice.
Oh girl the lights are on.

Trapped in bed,
as the poison slowly creeps in
and stops me dead,
should have known better than to cave in to such fantasies.