Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Fucking Beautiful

I.

Ice cream and strawberries
Running down your neck
Onto your jewelry

You me and a heavy heat
Driving fast enough
That’s everything I need

A little wind and a radio
Picks up a punk rock station
From the next county over

In your room with your pretty things
Framed pornography
Worthless birthstone on your ring

II.

I want to write songs with you
Commit crimes with you
Make love with you

Turn up the volume on the stereo
We can kiss real loud
And nobody should know

Now my bed feels too big
When you’re not there
I’m drowning in my sheets

I kiss your hair when you go to bed
And I can hear it hum
Your brain, she does not rest

III.

I want to buy a home for us
Make a meal for us
Be a man for us

When I wake up I’m so relieved
You still exist
Not only in my dreams

I just found the perfect thing
I kiss with my eyes open
Just to let more of you in

The world looked a little fucked before
Now that you’re here
It’s fucking beautiful

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