swimming in our imaginations
 
sometimes i think
about the old
girlfriends when
i'm trying to fall
asleep
 
it's not very sexual
in nature
 
i miss more of the
long talks
 
the time swimming
in our imaginations
 
the excitement of
seeking something
new with a beautiful
soul by my side
 
don't get me wrong
 
the sex is very
missed as well
 
but not as much as
a i love you at four
in the morning from
the other side of the
world

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that still loves you
 
a little snow in the air
as winter tries to hang
on for a few more weeks
 
you think about the only
woman that still loves you
 
wonder when she will get
up the nerve to tell you to
grow the fuck up and
say yes
 
you think of your father
 
the worthless piece
of shit that never provided
any example of a loving
relationship or how
to treat a woman at all
 
your mother doesn't
want any grandchildren
running around here
 
try finding the right
woman that is just fine
never having children
 
like finding cheese
on the moon