I just want to make a clean escape.

We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background of a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away, they’ll walk away”

I am feeling like that was good enough.
Because lust is an instinct, it isnt love.
The future grows brighter every minute,
every second.
Faces will change and so will I.
It's gonna be fucking wicked. ;)