Cheyenne Kimball

Take everything out just put it back, right where we found it,
you, your hands in your jeans,
were you waiting for me?
cause that's how I found you.
Every word seemed to roll off your tounge,
like honey on my lips,
I never thought I could get enough.
You took me around the block,
but I couldn't stop,
I thought it was real.
the rush, so intoxicated,
I look back and I hated,
that I couldn't tell.
I'm lying alone on the floor,
just laughing at myself.
how could I ever go back for more?
Put, everything back,