When You Die, They Make A List Of Every Love You Never Kissed
I got home and tried to write
But my mind was as dry as my pens that won't work
Because I drink their ink as if it's an elixir
He took my hand in his
And we walked through the hot and noisy crowd
To a night that welcomed us outside
I inhaled the scents of cigarette smoke and gasoline
But it felt like roses filling my lungs
And heaps of rubies under my eyelids
His voice floated like the music we spoke of
And with music came philosophy, ambition, life
I use too much shampoo
I get home and try to write
My elixir of life in my right hand
And the ink flows with him in my mind
But my mind was as dry as my pens that won't work
Because I drink their ink as if it's an elixir
He took my hand in his
And we walked through the hot and noisy crowd
To a night that welcomed us outside
I inhaled the scents of cigarette smoke and gasoline
But it felt like roses filling my lungs
And heaps of rubies under my eyelids
His voice floated like the music we spoke of
And with music came philosophy, ambition, life
I use too much shampoo
I get home and try to write
My elixir of life in my right hand
And the ink flows with him in my mind