If it seems like my love has gone on holiday,
it not a slight or desertion,
I'm just trying to get the temperature just right.
To make you feel the way I feel when you make me laugh,
sigh, or tremble, because I cannot hold you at this moment.
You make me make noises a grown man shouldn't be making,
I can erase deep depression, with the impression of you stored in my album,
You open parts of my mind I thought had been welded shut.
I think of you at odd times, four in the morning,
drinking juice out of the carton,
because I live alone, and can do that,
I remember something you did for me,
and the juice tastes like your mouth.
I want you to have the crown jewels, I want you to sip champagne in paradise,
but all I have to give is these weathered memories,
and this brokendown soul, full of love
for you.