“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”—
P: He’s an emotional rollercoaster. Love it, haha. K: It’s rough, but enjoyable. LOL, I sound like I just described sex. P: No, I was gonna say, “Sounds like sex.” HAHAHAHA. The emotional ones are always good in bed anyway.
Is this just good sex, or is this something that’s rare? Feelings do intersect when you chuck and pull hair, Are we two single people or have we become a pair? And to tell you the truth, I ain’t ready for that dare. But I saw it in your eyes, you were falling in deep. I barely know you, and you barely know me. These are common road rules; we should take it slowly. So before you use words like love, just let me speak
Tell me baby, are we there yet?
The second verse is probably the least personal out of the three, but there’s something about it …
“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”—Charles Bukowski (via atomos)