Thinking Of You

Drinking cheap beer and watching re-runs, I reminisce the months I spent with you.
You're my first love and you stand oblivious. I pine for you. I long for you.
The aftertaste of hops lingers in my mouth;
Jolting me back to reality, reminding myself that it's the only memory I can treasure.

Smoke billows out of my lips. Gathering under my eyes and stinging, furiously.
"No smoking." You said to me. That's what started everything.
You are my rebellion; my transparency and lust for absence of intimacy.
Your embrace is what pulls me. I fear that it might crush me.

Please, don't  you hear me?
Let's drink, laugh and let bygones be bygones.
Please, man, love me, as I love you so recklessly.
The buzz in my skull reminds me, we can love like every other,
We only need assistance from Sir Liqueur Sant Famile`.

Hold me, mister, let me feel a moment absent of insecurity.
Your face like a puzzle I long to piece together, jagged with flaws that fit perfectly.
Father, kiss me like you love me. I won't cry or plea, simply accept your offer openly.
This is tomorrow and it looks a bit barren, honestly.
Don't leave me, please. Not again, not in this state of misery.
Touch me like I'm precious. Handle with care and you might find I'm worth keeping.

This is my memory; recollection of sanity:
Drinking lite beer and laughing whimsically.
My first cigarette in hand as you pull it away suddenly.
"Don't say that word to me."
"What word? Shot?"
It's what made us You and Me.