seems I got it made, then I begin to feel
like I'd give up all my winnings
for another chance to spin the wheel.
loving you is like drinking Bourbon in rehab.
You don't wear cologne,
but an intoxicatingly magnetic scent
of contradiction.
Swing your hammer down,
draw another line on the table,
pull me into your springtime
pole-dancing, ribbon-waving festivities.
You are a razor and I am a pale wrist.
to say you are bad for me
is to say the very least.
