i am drunk,
i am high,
and i am yours.

loving you
is my favorite
pastime,
your taste
is my favorite
flavor,
your words
are my favorite
rhyme,
your arms
are my favorite
life saver.

oh, how i adore you,

the way you talk
the way you walk,
that cologne that i love so much,
and your burned touch,
the sound of your raspy voice,
makes me feel as if i made the right choice,
by choosing you as my next potential
victim, and how you made
yourself so essential
in my silly life,
how you took out the knife
in my bleeding back,
and you stayed for a snack,
in the middle of the night,
your eyes are bright,
and it makes me wanna write
about all the things you make right,
how you hold me so tight,
with a bit of a fright
in your cold bones,

oh, how i adore you.

and baby i miss you,
how the chilly, wonderful
nights like this, only
remind me of how
perfect you are to me
and how nobody could replace you,
even if they wanted to.

and baby i love you,
how every day i get
that skip of a heart beat,
whenever your face
crinkles up a smile.

and baby i need you,
how every morning
is a little better with
a little piece of you,
by my side.

drive me up
to santa monica,
we can lie on the
golden bed of sand,
sneaking between our toes
and my locks,
waves gently hitting
our feet,
barely getting them wet.

drive me up
to santa monica,
chemistry sparkling
between our barely
open mouths,
lips wet,
anticipation mingling
with our breaths.

drive me up
to santa monica
and let me show you
what a golden, empty beach,
quiet waves and secretive girl
can lead you to, babe.