Fatbum
05/28/08, 10:56 AM
I feel your nails dig into the skin on my back,
and I,
grab your waist and I dig right back,
and it's the kiss that likes to miss,
and makes its way to my neck,
that,
suggests that there is no going back,
Your legs wrapped around me seem to take me out,
because I'm feeling light headed without a doubt,
and the words that you whisper in my ear,
don't adhere,
to the rules I've been hearing for years,
and it's clear,
that we're here,
and we're doing it right,
but it doesn't comply with this war or this fight.
All these choices we make that seem to be mistakes,
well ya know,
this is the best mistake we could ever make,
because this mistake was with you,
because this taste, this taste,
of your lemonade,
the juice is worth the squeeze,
if you know what I mean,
This friction,
addiction,
is sobering me up,
to the love that I lost,
and picked back up,
My hand makes its way up your thigh,
and continues past what I call paradise,
to your face,
to pull it closer to mine,
and my lips and yours,
will connect with a spark,
and it will jump start this once flat lining heart,
It's a start It's a kiss,
it's a sin,
that I missed,
but I choose what I choose,
and I don't regret this,
It's the sweat and the heat,
that keep me on my feet,
it's your love and your love,
that keeps tearing at me,
There's a sign,
there's a sound,
there's a scent,
there's a color,
there's a move,
there's a song,
that reminds us of each other,
there's a place,
there's a time,
now we have one another,
there's a breeze,
there's a breath,
that I can feel on my chest,
there's a phrase,
there's a way,
this will turn out for the best,
Let's forget all the things we've done,
and then,
make sure to do them again.
and again and again and again.
(Think Elliott Smith if you try and picture music to go with it, same tone and style. -Fatbum)
and I,
grab your waist and I dig right back,
and it's the kiss that likes to miss,
and makes its way to my neck,
that,
suggests that there is no going back,
Your legs wrapped around me seem to take me out,
because I'm feeling light headed without a doubt,
and the words that you whisper in my ear,
don't adhere,
to the rules I've been hearing for years,
and it's clear,
that we're here,
and we're doing it right,
but it doesn't comply with this war or this fight.
All these choices we make that seem to be mistakes,
well ya know,
this is the best mistake we could ever make,
because this mistake was with you,
because this taste, this taste,
of your lemonade,
the juice is worth the squeeze,
if you know what I mean,
This friction,
addiction,
is sobering me up,
to the love that I lost,
and picked back up,
My hand makes its way up your thigh,
and continues past what I call paradise,
to your face,
to pull it closer to mine,
and my lips and yours,
will connect with a spark,
and it will jump start this once flat lining heart,
It's a start It's a kiss,
it's a sin,
that I missed,
but I choose what I choose,
and I don't regret this,
It's the sweat and the heat,
that keep me on my feet,
it's your love and your love,
that keeps tearing at me,
There's a sign,
there's a sound,
there's a scent,
there's a color,
there's a move,
there's a song,
that reminds us of each other,
there's a place,
there's a time,
now we have one another,
there's a breeze,
there's a breath,
that I can feel on my chest,
there's a phrase,
there's a way,
this will turn out for the best,
Let's forget all the things we've done,
and then,
make sure to do them again.
and again and again and again.
(Think Elliott Smith if you try and picture music to go with it, same tone and style. -Fatbum)