There's a truth to your touch and tongue
that bears weapons to destroy my guard
and if I never questioned your oddities
would your truths still hide behind your lips.
In vox you've never loved another
Inside it seems your voice would shift
perhaps to quell unstable men
or just to be an honest fool.
So much life lies between your lips
though mine I could care less about.
Will I ever regret this sink in time?
I hear a no, but sense a hidden lie.