that fuzzy night of your hands and my body.

Under the cold water i lather my hands with soap;

I want to wash you away,

Away from my hands and my face and my body 

But memories of that night are tattooed on my mind,

Like your hands are underneath my skin.

 

I want to forget that night;

Forget how i hardly opened my eyes,

Or how my body was paralysed with alcohol,

Or how i was your puppet and you the puppeteer.

 

But everything i do reminds me of that night with you.

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