What could be the issue?
There’s an empty beer bottle and a box of tissues.
Slow down woman so I can see where to steer,
And ease up little girl so your man can catch up
When will you see life is just a slippery wet tear,
And I’m drinking it, sipping from your golden cup.
Never let me be,
Now hold me close just to set me free.
Put your clothes on you gotta get warm
Listen to nature’s decree and
Look at the blackness it’s brewing a storm.
Lightning and the viper’s hiss
Brewing a storm you’d rather miss-
But the biggest storm started with a kiss.
Your lips on mine, wet in the cold rain
With the rolling thunder, bright flashes came
The flashes, I thought, spelled your name,
And after that first kiss nothing was ever the same