could you dare to be love.
don't give up. donut.
it seems we take it
before we shake it and break it,
while slamming on the brakes
in an old Oldsmobile.
yeah, love,
make it hurt,
like losing tokens
in a bored arcade
on the boardwalk.
it's not oh so sweet,
the misspelled werds
after dinner when we ask
the barkeep for a double shot
of ideas on how to proceed.
blah blah blah.
I take my love.
with a splash of blood.
mighty tonight,
we be better than before,
when the end of the song
ruined our xmas.
within the ship station,
we can be banner free,
maybe even preferred.