back where we kissed the first time
a gyro and a lemonade in hand
and a whiskey on my mind

i saw you in a dream last week
the smell of expensive cigarettes
bathed in **** boring in my mind

you were formative to say the least
moulding me to meet your every need

my seventeen-year-old frame
between you and a minivan
thrilled to find myself so kissable
consumed by the thrill of it all
missing the thing that everyone saw