Your Kiss Is Like The Devil

Your kiss is like the devil,
his soft lips against my neck.
The regret, and now the denial...
magnified like a tiny speck.


Your touch use to feel so good,
like a fleece blanket on fresh skin.
But now I feel misunderstood
when I say you cannot win again.


You've already had my heart twice
and I’m not giving it up for another let-down.
Your love is like a roll of dice
I never know what I’m going to get this time around.


But the truth is, is that I love you still
and now matter what, I forever will.