THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I am dreaming about feverish physical contact
We drive around Los Angeles, and it's summer so the air is yellow, and everything falls down on itself, and I know that I couldn't live here, even if I wanted to. Whatever sort of heat we're talking about, it isn't this, whatever sort of decay we mean, it won't be this, and I am not totally sure why. Chain smoker I am not, not even metaphorically.
You say, 'Easy to love, or worth giving love to?' and all I know is right in the middle