justinevans
08/25/06, 09:10 AM
Still a rough draft, but eh
As we rest let’s keep our hands down beside ourselves
It’s been weeks since we’ve understood what each other’s minds were about
I need to know what still makes you laugh
Oh your precious laugh brings such an easiness to my stomach
If only you knew the puzzling thoughts that run through my head
Sometimes I wonder why I have not killed myself yet
I don’t hate you or my life – I’m just curious about what comes next.
If this is love, then this is love
I’m not running away from here or fighting anymore
Oh my God, her voice is such a pleasant, soothing sound
Comforting like the shore’s sand with no one else around
Just give me a hint when you’re ready to take this further
Now it’s time to taste each other’s recycled breath
And kiss the skin that covers the bones right below our neck
It’s time to suck the life from our stimulating bodies
Two turn into one and the clock turns to four
Our battery packs are running low
We must conserve, we must conserve
Or else our future will be based upon sex until death.
If this is love, then this is love
If this is love, then this is love
If this is love, then this is love.
As we rest let’s keep our hands down beside ourselves
It’s been weeks since we’ve understood what each other’s minds were about
I need to know what still makes you laugh
Oh your precious laugh brings such an easiness to my stomach
If only you knew the puzzling thoughts that run through my head
Sometimes I wonder why I have not killed myself yet
I don’t hate you or my life – I’m just curious about what comes next.
If this is love, then this is love
I’m not running away from here or fighting anymore
Oh my God, her voice is such a pleasant, soothing sound
Comforting like the shore’s sand with no one else around
Just give me a hint when you’re ready to take this further
Now it’s time to taste each other’s recycled breath
And kiss the skin that covers the bones right below our neck
It’s time to suck the life from our stimulating bodies
Two turn into one and the clock turns to four
Our battery packs are running low
We must conserve, we must conserve
Or else our future will be based upon sex until death.
If this is love, then this is love
If this is love, then this is love
If this is love, then this is love.