I taste your spit in ever single soda I drink.
I smell you in all of those cheap perfumes.
I see your presence in every single thought i think


Its not to bad being surrounded by you.

I call you God, and you can call me baby
I call you my man and I can be your lady.
Intoxication doesn't compare...

You drip like drops of golden honey
and fall down my shirt, into my stomach
where i feel you raise your head.

You sing sweetly against the breeze and your hair    
speaks louder than your voice.

I swear it speaks louder than your voice.