it was three days in the summer in my room
where we talked shit about the whole neighborhood
and we walked downtown after the sun went down
but you had to leave cos the cops came around
and i had to walk back in the dark
i said 'can't you come with me?' you said 'just to the park'
and your friends gave you a hard time, and i felt like shit
because i was still a baby, and you'd noticed it
it was the winter that i spent as a wolf
thirsty and starving for just one look
but you wouldn't let me, no i couldn't taste you
but you'd let me tie you up in the basement
and we were both drunk, can i sleep in your bed?
and if i can't do that, can i at least give you head?
but you just said no, so i slept on the couch
and i walked back home with my head hanging down