we met in a dark alleyway
my heart was beatin’ fast that day
i grabbed her hard and we made love
back behind the club
and afterwords i called her a whore
and left her on the ally floor
i’m sure, for me, that it was love
but i don’t wear that glove

when i got home to write it down
a bright sun dying in the background
another one was waitin’ there
she scratched my skin, she pulled my hair
i swear by god that she was lost
and being weighed down by such a cross
she’d never find her way to go
as days will drain your soul