No Evil

It's you and me.
 This deviant dream.
 Escape reality.
 Slip through the seams.
 Soft warm air.
 Mood that you wear.
 Stripped of conscience,
 all on a dare.
 The loudest whispers
 drift through the walls,
 begging the outside:
 "stay in the halls."
 Only the moment
 knows what's right.
 To hell with the days,
 I want tonight.
 How could I want you more?
 How could I need you more?
 How could I love you more?
 How could I?
 It's you and me.
 A muffled scream.
 Perfect tension we barely believe.
 Strobing light.
 Infectious eyes.
 Perception advises bigger lies.
 How could I want you more?
 How could I need you more?
 How could I love you more?
 How could I?