I awoke in a hopeful delusion,
Fulfilling the solicitations
Of her body,
Crime and passion
Without order and no constraints
On what time actually is:
And look at at you,
You're hungover,
Slow motion film,
A kodak momentum
And you end up taking my smokes,
Last time it was the beer.
Im smiling this time,
And I know my tequila morning
Still has a scent of lime and your lips.
And I find hope in your half
Finished smoke,
I light the cherry
And i taste your lipstick,
With you it just gets worse
And im grateful for it!
You have a grace
That refills my drink
I accept the frustrations,
the good stress.
Because we know what we see
Together that we dont when we're alone.
What faith in this destructive grace.
The real struggle is to miss you
Like my bed does,
And yes I want my mistakes to mean something even if i never learn.
Il be with you,
And with the bad
You take the good.
And yeah,the bad I didn't
Know you had,
Loyalty and blind
Raptured moments,
Woman....
woman......
You're killin' me,
And I've never felt so alive!