Friends In Highly-Low Places

Funner is NOT misspelled and Highly-Low is one word or so in my poem. Thanks.

Drink myself under
Told me I was funner
that way
in between

Your lips burned
you figured I would've learned
I have one shot
So I'll give it all I got

Whispering soft
yet ever-so clear
I want you close
I need you near

so if it makes you happy
I wont feel so bad
but you cant call me so late
he's bound to find out
sick and depraved
in our own little ways

no body knows
how weak I go
when you breathe on my neck
I just feel like I can't...

Piercing eyes
angelic voice
devil's thrives
do I have a choice?

if I do, you make it so hard
let's go stand under the thunder
we'll make it rain
whisper my name

my friends in highly-low places
make it so easy to be surreptitious