Laundered - Foxing

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 calm 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 calm me

Call me what I am, I’m yours