ooooh the double entendres.

[plasticcouch]

I am in a stage of life where all I can say to represent my feelings is play a song. A song written by someone else, most of the time. And whether it's literal or metaphorical, there is always a song perfect for your emotion, no matter how grey it is.

I held you like lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place
and we ignored our others' happy plans for the delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened hurting parts of your garden
with no room for a pardon
in a place where no one knows what we have done.

Do you come together, ever, with her?
Is she dark enough? Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is she bold enough to talk you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does she drive you wild??.. or just, mildly free?
What about me?

Well you help me like a lover.
Sweaty hands and my foot in the appropriate place.
And we used cushions to cover happy glands in the mild issue of our disgrace.
Our minds pressed in guard, while our flesh disregarded the lack of space
for the light-hearted in the boom that beats our drum.

And I know I make you cry...
I know sometimes you want to die!
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free. If not, leave her for me.
Before one of us has an accidental baby... for we are in love.

Do youuuu come together, ever, with her?
Is she dark enough? ...Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
..Do you miss my smell?
Is she bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does she drive you wild?
orrr just mildly free?

What about me? What about me?