The Only Lonely Grain of Sand

walk with me hand in hand and cheek to cheek. a kiss on the lips, and an "i missed you this week". save the date. lets leave this state. too many burnt out lights, too many "sad eyes" nights. "fuck them", you said, now my walkman is dead. i'd gladly trade those "sorrow-soaked" hymns for your delicate limbs, sweat; stuck to a sheet, play me the cardiac beat. every night it thunderstormed, and every night -- your breath -- it warmed the back of my neck... i'm a lovesick wreck. "everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt". salt water stains on the sleeve of my shirt. some for me, some for you; i thought you knew the final clue: glue me to you. tears: to soak up. songs: i choke up. you: never spoke up ...and then i woke up