Because our half-lived love story is killing me
Filthy, sleazy, destructive Often in cheap motel rooms That's where we made out That's where our love bloomed We were young and foolish But hell no! we were not plain We could only afford rum and coke With lust pumped up in our veins 'Fire and ice' is too posh Romeo and Juliet too lame You were a grenade I could put category 5 hurricane to shame It was a slaughterhouse Of innocence, promises and dreams At 21 and 23 We were two extremes But we did love With our heart, body and soul Whatever we thought love was It was out of our control Sometimes I think If I could relive my past I could hold you for 1 more hug I could make it last Do you think that too? Or was I a mere 20-something blunder Have you dined at our favourite restaurant? How long you kept my number? You run a marathon in my mind I think of you more than I should I wish I could clarify What you misunderstood Leave you a note Or shall I pick up the phone and call? Because our half-lived love story Is killing me...