Jason - Perfume Genius, Planningtorock

Jason undressed me

Lyin' on his sheets

He did not do the same

Even his boots were on

Clumsy, shakily

He ran his hands up me

He was afraid

Tears streaming down his face

Jason, there’s no rush

I know a lot comes up

Letting in some love

Where there always should have been some

I was proud to seem

Warm and mothering

Just for a night

Even through all the drink

We were 23

Breeders on CD

When we woke up

He just asked me to leave

I stole

Twenty

From his

Blue jeans

I’m pretty

Sure

That he

Saw me