I don't know where I was going 'till I saw you in that bench, Friday night beneath the crescent moon, smoking pot, cold hands with a ring on the forth finger, looked at me as if I was a lost girl who ...
When you said that you like me, I didn't think of roses; I thought of a garden filled with thorns that I'd like to run through anyway. When you said that you need me, I didn't think of the stars in th...