Slow is the memory
And I can picture her standin' right in front of me
Said that I'm behaving badly
And kind of driving her crazy,
But I know she wants me
I remember everything
Her sweat, it tastes like sugar cane
And sitting on top of me, yelling out my fucking name
Until I'm empty
But I know she wants me
But I have already tried to explain myself
It's not that I love someone else
But I can't bear to listen to you cry, yeah
Sick of all these wasted years
Drowned in someone else’s tears
You let me down now I'm hanging you out to dry
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'll see you when I get back
Maybe we can get ourselves back on the right track