Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
I didn't think the little Christmas get-together was going to be worth all the effort I'd put into it, but apart from a broken drawer and a lack of vodka (minus the salt-water kind), it was a complete success. I look back and wonder why I thought it woudln't be; good friends, good cigarettes, and... well... decent wine. I had a lot of fun playing hostess and having everyone over to my place to chill like I used to.
And now it's Christmas Eve; I can't believe it. I still haven't caught the holiday spirit yet.
Besides, aside from my digital camera, the one thing I truly want isn't going to happen.
No one else would get away with this with me. I don't know why I let him. It goes beyond his personality, or age, or just missing him. He makes me feel vulnerable. He's the only one who can give me butterflies in my stomach, and I hate him for it. I love him for it.
But I remember when we met we knew that this was the end. Yeah, I remember. I remember everything; the haircuts, the dollar movies. We used to sneak a six pack in your bag, and wait for a girl to scream or a car to crash so we could crack open our cans. Or the time you shaved my head in the front yard; a passerby stopped to take a picture- ended up in the paper and now you want to leave? Well, maybe I forgot a couple things; it doesn't mean I don't remember how it feels when you're lying naked next to me. Valentine, I want to feel your hips pressed up against mine. We'll push into each other- love's alive. It might be fleeting, but it's ours and it's tonight, so won't you reconsider love- lost lives? You might be lonely, but I'm still by your side. You might have to leave but not tonight.
And now it's Christmas Eve; I can't believe it. I still haven't caught the holiday spirit yet.
Besides, aside from my digital camera, the one thing I truly want isn't going to happen.
No one else would get away with this with me. I don't know why I let him. It goes beyond his personality, or age, or just missing him. He makes me feel vulnerable. He's the only one who can give me butterflies in my stomach, and I hate him for it. I love him for it.
But I remember when we met we knew that this was the end. Yeah, I remember. I remember everything; the haircuts, the dollar movies. We used to sneak a six pack in your bag, and wait for a girl to scream or a car to crash so we could crack open our cans. Or the time you shaved my head in the front yard; a passerby stopped to take a picture- ended up in the paper and now you want to leave? Well, maybe I forgot a couple things; it doesn't mean I don't remember how it feels when you're lying naked next to me. Valentine, I want to feel your hips pressed up against mine. We'll push into each other- love's alive. It might be fleeting, but it's ours and it's tonight, so won't you reconsider love- lost lives? You might be lonely, but I'm still by your side. You might have to leave but not tonight.