When she's away from me
My heart reaches, like a baby from its crib
helpless without the love of those who love it.
Her voice fills my skull like wine in a glass,
smooth and intoxicating
occupying every nook and cranny
Her smile is the moon shining on a snowy night.
Her eyes are speckled with rust
I give them my trust.
When she is away
her touch is hot and loving and feverish
when shes a way I'm sick
but its worse when she's near
I'm a **** addict, a *******
when she's gone I suffer withdrawals
when she's near I'm high as a kite,
that's fine I'm happy.
That's what really matters, right?