Broken

I feel you slipping through my grasp.
like sand through my fingers,
tiny fragments of your being,
crash to the ground at my feet, and splinter,
so why, tell me why, is it that i'm the one,
who feels so broken.

Your hand is lying in mine,
but your heart is far away,
and the pleasure i should feel
of having you by my side,
is shattered, ruined, damaged
by your love.

You let yourself walk away,
i want to run, catch up,
beg and plead, on bended knee,
cant think of anything that
would keep your love
entwined with mine

And I feel you slipping through my grasp.
like sand through my fingers,
tiny fragments of your being,
crash to the ground at my feet, and splinter,
so why, tell me why, is it that i'm the one,
who feels so broken.

Loweship has beed came fer me

let me open u up and slip inside,
let me caress every curve, the soft bits...and the hard.
let me turn you on, make you quiver.
let me take you around the world overnight.
sometimes slow and soft, sometimes hard and fast.
until youre falling apart, then ill take you home.
let me put you under the sheets, let me tuck you in.
let me, let me, let me, let me. let me drive you tonight.
My lumbering purple chevy impala.











...And i thought no one ever wrote me lowe songs. :P