Losing It

I'm bound and wound in a carnal conflict.
One hot day of loving dangerously,
one hot day of statutory...
Your sister is ten feet away,
your parents are gone for the day.
What's the point in waiting,
when after the bleeding deed...
You feel revolting.
Where is the glamour?
Where is the amour?
Where is the fire, the bells, and the choir?

This is the moment a pre-teen would kill for,
This is the moment all of us live for...
I want another chance.

Don't hush me, don't rush me, don't push me over.

What's wrong with my eyes that you avoid them?
What's wrong with my thighs that you avoid them?
One hot day of back seat agitation...
We bought everything we need.
(My God, how embarrassing.)
I'm doing this for you.
Don't you want it to? Did you say you love me?
We both lost something today...
(Well, I pray we BOTH lost something today.)

This is the moment a pre-teen would kill for,
This is the moment all of us live for...
I want another chance.

What am I taking with me?
In twenty years, where will you be?
A prom promise broken,
that'll you'll remember the pain and tremors.

With cunning you linger,
where are your fingers?
I lost it today...

To hold onto it for so long,
to have it over and done with...
In one pop song.
And we don't get to try it again in a smarter, older, cleaner way.

This is the moment a pre-teen would kill for,
This is the moment all of us live for...
I want another chance.

Breath on breath.
Heat on heat.
Sweat, chests, and beaded breasts.
Hands, calves.
Hips, lips.
And for one rushed flush...
all the moaning was worth it.

Don't hush me, don't rush me, don't push me over.

You can take me home now.
You can take me home now.

Can you take me home now?