It's three in the morning and I'm needing you like thousands of monkeys on my back. I'm wearing your black t-shirt. You were looking for it before you left, but I had it hidden.
I need something here that smells of you... unspeakably delicate and innocent.
It amazes me to think while I was growing up in Louisville you were growing up in New York.
But our fates had been cast. And every step we took was only bringing us closer... until you feed into that bed and you were inside of me.
And we both knew... that we'd come to the end of the line. We will never be apart.
We may be at each other' throats or we may be separate by miles... but we'll never be apart.
So get off that boat... get off. And come home to me.
I need you.
...
We may be separate by miles but we'll never be apart.
Don't go.
