I hold the thought of you close to my aching heart. That careful melody perhaps the remedy to lost love? Who knows, who cares you seem to, oh such emo pain i suggest. When fantasies of you lighten my spirits i'm quick to explore adventure my cure. But oh how quickly the meaning fades, and i hold everything but the kiss. You broke that thought stream- yes, it was you. You with your cherub face of haunting lust. Those words you use around me, they're not new. I've heard them before. "you're beautiful babe" "i want to kiss your pain away babe" "i love you babe" the words just seem to run away streaming through my finger sieve. And all you end up as is my inspiration.
