I met her down. At Marilyn's Grave. Looking like. An S & M slave. Drinking like a fool. With a prison tattoo. On her cheek. . Well I knew. It would never last.
It feels like thunder. Wind is slowly diggin' in. It kinda makes me wonder. About the lovers that have been. . Lyin' on my bed with her hands tied up.
I never thought a first time love would ever last. How could a kiss like that knock me flat on my ass. . Heh hea.... . The burning bed. The roses dead.
You're the song that's stuck in my head. I try to think of something else. It keeps coming back again. Says she wants to end it. I'll just keep pretending.