I'd like to think I'm a hopeless romantic,
but honestly if I had a time machine
I wouldn't go back to you and me.

**Dinosaurs.

Johnny Cash said love burns.

Lets swap saliva until it tastes like gasoline
and our lips turn into phosphorus.

All we need is some friction
and we'll be a bonfire in no time.

I got the hint
I can solve the puzzle
But I won't walk away a grand prize winner
I've spent too much on vowels
Trying to put "U" and "I" together
Now I'm left with only "Y"

I'll stand outside
and blow you kisses
until my lips are chapped
and blood runs down my chin.

So the next time
your cheeks are brushed
by a gust of wind, remember,
my love is a tornado.

I've been tying strings and slamming doors
to get you out of my smile.

Now I'm looking for a set of lips
that taste like novocaine.

When I die,
I request that you steal
my corpse from the morgue
and bury it in a garden
in your backyard.
That way,
even when I'm rotting flesh
I can continue to make
something beautiful for you.

Let's jump each other's bones in a graveyard.
You can kiss my neck until I transform into a vampire.
I'll **** your brains out while the undead claw open their caskets.