I miss the touch of your skin
The way your body would brush up against me when I would cave in
The warmth of your body against mine
No other feeling was as divine
And as I write this tears flow down my eyes
I know I should not miss you because of all the lies
But there is no better feeling of euphoria then when you touch me
What I would give to have you think we are still meant to be
Our love was as fast a nascar racing on the tracks
Like the way you used to trace your fingers up and down my back
I can still feel the gentleness of your touch
Every time I think about it I still get a rush
For what I gave you of mine is still yours
You can take it down with you all the way to the morgue

Blood cools against warm skin
Swords rise and clash down again
with the weight of a young man’s malice

Sour, hot breathes yell
In the face opposition

Face’s ***** and wet
Eye’s burning
And flies dropping in droves

We are sold a certain type of America
on our TV
Most of it is pretty, well you must know what I mean
Your country seems pretty nutty
in fact we have a saying, "only in America"

eyes
ears
touch
me
nose
my love
soft
laughter
hair
cloth
speak
lips
legs
arms
ice cream
walking
saying goodnight