red checkered blankets

[yournotforever]

Red checkered blankets and baby's breath,
the wind waltzes with your summer dress.
And we're skipping stones
and holding hands
and we make love in the rose garden.
Saturday nights at the drive-in
where the back seat robbed our innocence.
And you listen close to my lament
the manor infinite childness
the nakedness of woman is a gift from God.
But now it's over and done
thank you darling,
for your love
But now it's over and done
thank you darling
for your love.
Your kitchen was the only witness
when we couldn't stop dancing
even when the record started to skip.
And I wish that I were a ciggarrette
loyally dangling from your lips
like an angel at the gates of Heaven.
I'm bound to you by faith and trust
and not obligation
the nakedness of woman is a gift from God.
And now it's over and done
thank you darling,
for your love.
Now it's over and done
thank you darling
for your love.
And come down
and let me back in
won't you say that
there's something left; there's nothing left!
Won't you
say there's no truth
when you say that
there's something left; there's nothing left!
And now it's over and done
thank you darling
for your love.
Now it's over and done
thank you darling,
for your love.
I'm in love with you.
Still, I'm in love with you.

-Matthew Gilbert

Everything's over. This "phase", or so you seem to call it, it's done.

For him, anyways.