The Hotline


Breathing hard Static on the line I'll never get enough
Emptiness of telephonic sex
I imagine you undressing and i can barely stand
Turn down the lights
Your mouth turns me to rust
So let's unwind
I can't escape the hotline
Take your picture Bite you on the neck It's all i wanna do
Secretly romancing the recluse
There is no touch I am dead inside This is all that's left
Where are you now?
I need your voice
I've been wrapped up tight and spending all my nights
There's not enough
You cant stop now I'm almost there







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