I wasn't her best friend
But I knew her pretty well
She was at the roller rink
But when she left, I couldn't tell
The music in the rink was way too loud
She was always with the wrong crowd

Yesterday her Daddy talked to me
He said she lived in his heart
And that without her, her Momma couldn't live
He said they were taking it really hard
And that today they were to shoot their Christmas card
And he broke down in tears

When we were younger we used to kiss
Beneath the stars in the cemetery
We were both the morbid kind
And at the time, the future was secondary
I never could've foreseen something like this
But like I said, she was fast and she liked the guys
The guys who carried guns

I never knew their names because they were from different towns
But I could pick their faces from a mile away
Just show me a lineup, Judy show me the suspects
Do you mind if I ask you why you're looking at me that way?
I told you everything I know
And flashing that shiny gun isn't doing anything
Just let me know, let me know, let me know when I can go
I know my rights

Love is not casual
Radical and sensational,
but when you said, “let’s be casual”
You took my heart you’ve held for so long
In your sweet fingertips
and squeezed the life out of it

Love is not casual
It’s supposed to be astronomical
The supernova of your life,
a shooting start or solar eclipse
Something that makes people awe
But love always rips the notions
of causality with a casualty

Because love is not casual!
The fight that’s fought in a heart
can be bloodier than World War II
Where worlds apart crashed together
So forgive me if, here in the dark,
in this chamber of sadness
I cannot be casual

Love is not casual
If we are neither hot nor cold,
brave nor bold
Then it seems to serve no purpose
Except to torment;
like the astronaut with the shuttle launch
that will never happen
If he never sees the moon,
they both have reason to mourn
Casual is the word that will have them torn

Because love is
Sensational, capable, beautiful, wonderful
Love is anything but casual

She's like a star with bad breath
Leading you to feel like she may cause death
Evil and pure that's for sure
She likes to feel like a ***** 
That knows how to love and to bite
And then you think that she is right
Outside a diamond inside is rotten 
From her innocent childhood completely forgotten 
No matter how much you will polish 
Still she will completely demolish
But still, you have done her bad
For you don't care, that's sad
Wile you're lying there thinking in your bed
She's still out there spitting her filth
And you are left with all the guilt 
Breath with a smell that doesn't stop
Which will haunt you until you rot....

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

What happened to class?
And Frank Sinatra?
What happened to respect?
And being soft spoken?
What happened to being reserved?
And being quiet for just a second?

Flaccid smiles
On placid servile men
Tending to linoleaum aisles
A worthwhile ending
For men beyond mending
Name tag exile
Collecting dust
For every tile
The soul rusts
With each paced mile