I preferred you under four feet of concrete.
Yes, well, you looked better as a redhead, but we can’t have it all, can we?
You realize that was almost a compliment?
Four feet of concrete. It’s been a while.
you were the air in my breath filling up my love soaked lungs
such a beautiful mess, intertwined and overrun
nothing better than this, oh, and then the storm can come
you feel just like the sun, just like the sun