pantomime imaginations demo

every time i slowly , lay , in to , my bed Pantomime imagination your, kiss a soft sensation rushing thoughs of your oasis tension touching random places realized your similar to me knowing things and thinking things i want it all but my speed only leads me to lonely ecstasy every time i slowly , lay , in to , my bed think of you cell phone dead magnetic pull gas on e trying to walk or run ankle injury stress bag pants still to tight for me only 1% phone battery before the phone goes off checking answering machine i am only human every time i slowly , lay , in to , my bed i know its you my body trauma what i want is you visuals of a torture nothing new under the sun seen it all before need to see you more and more and more every time i slowly , lay , in to , my bed