I love you, the way flowers love the sun
The way the night needs the stars.
I ache for you, like a wound from a gun
But gentle, like slow burning cigars.
I want you, the way that kids want fun
But harder, like a love that leaves scars.

I love you, with a desire that burns like the sun
I ache for you, inside me like a bullet from a gun
I want you, and what we share when we're both having fun.

The way the night needs the stars,
But gentle, like slow burning cigars,
And harder, like our love, that's left scars.