information, super high, buey.

And that's how I'll define us.

a rooftop romance
impromptu bathroom stall ceremony
hot tub honeymoon
corvette consumation. (the backseat blues)

love like a phone modem
fuck like DSL.

it's love in the fast lane
and I'm beginning to stall
you don't seem to care at all.

our love was a cool silver spoon,
now it's bent at the handle
charred black at the head.

this stuff we've been cookin'
ain't no good for us baby
I die a lil' more with each skin pop

but I can't stop.

see... I'm a junky, and our love is my heroin,
what can i say?
Keep tryin' to quit but

it's all in vein.