Drowning

Rain is soaking through to my skin, giving me chills I've never felt before.
Drowning for you, my dignity has fallen to the floor.
I'll be your everything, but I won't be your hore.
The fantasties are knocking at my door.
Let the rain soak my skin, like your lips of sin.
Let me keep my dignity, don't let me hit that bottle of gin.
fulfill me, let me win.