Infinite the Way We Are
Why can't it always be just like this?
Lemon on your breath leaning in for a kiss,
We are wrong for each other and we know it,
But I want to be your star, I want to be your poet
You taught me what it is to be devoted, and I show it.
We are drinking in my basement from Styrofoam cups
We are lying in my basement, and sobering up
We are talking in my basement, that's what I'll miss
We are in love in the moment that ends with a kiss
Why can't it always be just like this?
Doc Otis lemonade is all that we need
On that, on philosophy, on each other, we feed
Getting drunk in my basement, not knowing what to say
Kissing in my basement, until you pull away
Lying in my basement as dawn becomes day.
Drinking in my basement, and drowning desire
Calling Rossetti selfish, calling Keats a liar
Drunk on Doc Otis, half out of our heads
I make your chest my pillow, your arms my bed
And sleep like a woman in love and half-dead.
Remembering summer, I'll remember you
The night we drank ourselves empty and bright brand-new
Drunken banter in the basement and one incomplete kiss
Remembering summer, it’s tonight that I'll miss
Why can't it always be just like this?
Perfect, and painful, masochistic bliss
Why can't it always be just like this?
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