Sins taste sweet rolling off your tongue Is it aspartame or the drugs? You'll just shrug Break ice with lines About \"Athens, france\" Yet you don't care Given the circumstance On our hands 'cause when you come around You're still coming down And I don't know Where I go But I'm stuck on your name They all sound the same And the words that I say They all float away You're in my bed I'll say things I shouldn't Have said Laying face-down on the sheets Unclothed but sweating Through the heat Mascara stains your cheeks So now I ask If I can Call you by Another name But no