Chugger

Alone with me
You're the apple of my eyes
What's left to see
When your lips are running dry
They're running dry
By the masses
To my surprise
I couldn't hide

I'm sensing that I
Have looked into your eyes
Too many times
Is this it for you
But then what can you do
When there's nothing
Left to do

Right here down south
Binding white lies
Living one your own
High tides