Laundered

Sweet debility;

the macallan in my glass

honey beads from those ardent eyes

so here I sit, flooded in molasses

every dollop of sweat swells in your light

so call me what you will, just call me

call me what I am, I'm yours

laundered each saccharine stain

every word until the purity burns

the sugar drips until your name soaks in my brain

I can't stand to be rid of you

so call me what you will, just call me

call me what I am, I'm yours