I'm not going to tell you what it is.
You're going to have to guess.
I'm not going to unzip my chest for you and show you what's inside.
Why should I?
You're not stupid.
It was love at first sight.
I don't care if you believe me or not.
Now look what happening.
My shoulder is crying.
I bet you didn't know a shoulder could cry.
Well it can.
I held a knife to his best friend.
I never slept with him or anyone until I left.
What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about? Maybe get lost for two weeks then look at a sign and find me.
Get on a plane then train and find me.
They were in bed together and I always cook lasagna on Sundays.
I held on and he cut open his finger and couldn't play guitar for a month.
Oh miracle of weird days.
Now the table is flooded with girls wearing little and smiling big.
Star Trek was on TV.
Those Romans sure knew how to play; eating colored eggs and chocolate bunnies.
Before he died he wanted to tell me he was sorry.
She seems to know everything grabbing my hand and using my lip gloss.
We drank tequila and then he died.
If he asked me to marry him today I'd say yes.
I don't think she knows its Easter.
He loved me.
There I said it again.
Do you get it yet?
I never had sex with one of his best friends.
Tales of a cross.
To be fixed on.
To hang on.
To die a slow death on.
He sat at a Mexican bar looking like a skeleton.
I'm just out to feel the desire of a motorcycle boy.
He never said a word.
Swinging her hips as if trying to rid herself of boys.
Then I drank rum and coke both made from real sugar.
I'm not having sex with this one.
I want someone to die!
You want to know why my angel is covered up?
She's hiding from the knock on my bedroom door.
Now you know what's wrong.