Loving you, sadly, is a beautiful thing. Stars from your head hit the floor. Shock therapy loses it's sting, baby you want more. Sex in war time is sweeter than peace.
Love gets you in the gut. Takes the top off of your head. And makes you wish that you were dead. . Drugs help but not enough. Take the loop off of your mind.
We drove a powder blue pickup truck to the edge of town. We had a picnic on a blanket on a hill as the sun beat down. I pulled you close, and took your little hand in mine.