The Spirited Lyricist

COMPLETELY Do you know how I love you? How madly, truly and deeply? Do you know how I fight these demons, Fighting tooth and nail as they devour and eat me? Do you know how it kills me? How I wish you'd never had to meet me? How for years I was the best of the best, and even now only you can beat me? Do you know how it terrifies me? Never realizing you were this sneaky? How the foullest lies sound like gospel, falling from your lips so sweetly? I thought your love would lift me up, but instead I've watched it defeat me. You took a love I thought was sacred, and you just gave it away so cheaply. You had my soul, you were my world, you were pristine, ever so briefly. Now my world is a mess of shattered illusions, it will never be put away neatly. There will never be another lover like you, the way you shattered me so uniquely. Save all of your tapes, staples and glues, I have been destroyed completely. END SENSE It makes sense to me, the way that I love you. Like how salt and pepper go together and how one and one makes two. Like how flowers need sunshine. Like how feet need two shoes. Like a baby needs a mother. and how a joint needs a screw. Like how every piper must be paid, and every artist pays their dues. Like how every bird needs a song, and how every juror must choose. Like how morning must have night, and every alarm should have a 'snooze'. Like how hindsight is twenty twenty, and how you don't value winning until you lose. I am sorry if I'm vague, I don't intend to confuse. It just seems to make simple sense the way that I love you. END